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O Yaśodā! You have a pledge on the name of Śyāma (Kṛṣṇa); come along and see the mischieves of this small and innocent Kṛṣṇa at my home.
I tolerate the damage due to milk-wastage, and I don’t say anything about it; for Vraja is the only place for dwelling. But how can I afford the replacement of utensils on a daily basis¹? I don’t have a treasure locked in my home.
If we plead Him that don’t disrupt our resources, He laughs on us; and if we get annoyed then He scolds us with big angry eyes. How has your son learnt such behavior at such a small age?
Right now, He is sitting, all curled up in a corner, and pretending sanguine. O Kṛṣṇa, the Lord of Tulasīdāsa, should I tell [to Your mother] what you said in the morning?
1 Kṛṣṇa as a little boy was very naughty. He used to steal butter and break many pots and utensils in everyone’s home. However, this has an essence of devotion and can be explored in detail in the Śrīmadbhāgavatapurāṇa.
Translator: Animesh Kumar
Submitter: Animesh Kumar
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