Govinda's Name is sweet upon the lips. Where it is spoken, how can enmity remain? All bowed in devotion, prostrating on the ground. God raised His hands and arms, seeing the true feelings of all. He sent everyone back to their own places. 'Come, cowherds, let us go home,' He said. They would not stop dancing at Govinda's words, swaying and reeling in the grip of ecstasy. That ecstasy could not be restrained. The tide of bliss had overtaken them. Says Tuka, in their joy, everything seemed small beside the company of the Cowherd-Boy.