You forget even what has been placed in your own hands. Who knows what Hari has settled into your heart. Go on, step back now, you fraud. How will you show your face to the world? A married woman has been shamed; you have no standing in either place. What was hidden within has surfaced outwardly: a polished exterior hiding inner theft. She has lost all restraint, this bewildered one; her mind is in Govinda while the body goes through motions. She makes no reply to anyone; she eats only what is given, like one not in her own keeping. We find her indifferent to everything, lost to bodily awareness. Where she found this solitude no one knows, for crowds surround her always. The two of them share one path and one conversation; with no shame at all, she has given him her hand. Says Tuka, Krishna plays his playful game, setting even mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law to quarreling. This is the highest devotion: pure. May all the world come to know it.