The share of that joy belongs to the stammering, the lisping, the simple, and the faithful. The burden-bearers who left their baskets behind missed out. The faithful cowherds feasted on the butter's sweetness. He prepared the feast and distributed it among all. He played joyfully among the cowherds. They ate curds, milk, and ghee without a care. No one's heart held any fear. Says Tuka, whose strength can prevail when the Cowherd-Boy is your ally?