Gathering all the cowherd boys together, they hatched a plan. Come, let us go steal the butter; today we shall have our fill. The delay has been long enough on account of one person, O friends. Govinda led the way, and behind him followed the whole throng of cowherd boys. He roams about everywhere yet lets no one catch on to his movements. He finds a house that is secluded, full of nine kinds of fresh butter. He slips inside himself and fills the laps of the cowherd boys. He tells them not to speak, signaling with his hands: be still, just eat the cream.