O Krishna, you are shameless and brazen; you have no modesty at all. You have been caught doing wrong and speaking lies. Yet you never give up your mischief; you repeat it again and again. You create a direct rift between yourself and us, your own mothers. You are a born cowherd, reckless and wild, a thief and a rogue. We shall proclaim it far and wide. Even if we complain to your mother, we will tell everyone everywhere. Says Tuka, even that you would wear as an ornament. At mealtime, Krishna throws a tantrum. The wearer of the forest garland wants all the food gathered into one pile for a communal feast.