He set aside that fearsome, terrible form and became tender and beautiful once more. Dark, four-armed, with crown and earrings, a lovely new child, adorned and gentle. The cowherds said, What was that, dear Krishna? What form did You assume, O Narayana? How You grew and became so enormous, gulping down the flames in great swallows. Says Tuka, the cowherds ask with innocent devotion, for He is the tender guardian of the helpless.