With them He shared the feast of curds and rice, combining the packed lunches of all the cowherds. He gathered everything together in one place, not allowing anyone to hoard or hide anything. He would not tolerate any secret keeping; He knows the inner hearts. One must offer one's own portion honestly there. He told them to set aside their usual ways. He distributed to all with His own hands, giving each one exactly what was asked. He shared attentively, in equal measure, eating the same portion Himself. All accounts were in Govinda's hands: who was good, who was wanting, and the nature of each. He provided to each according to their faith, giving thoughtfully and justly. Such happiness is not found even among the people of Vaikuntha. This was the gift He gave to the faithful cowherds. He placed morsels into the cowherds' mouths with His own hand. He ate the morsels smeared with their saliva. He snatched morsels from their mouths and ate them with delight. The One before whose might everything bows, the cowherds would wrestle to the ground. They would lift Him on their shoulders and carry Him. They would dance in a ring, gathered together. Says Tuka, dancing in that circle, He gave them their fill. Then they rounded up the cows.