14. (Thirukkottiyur) On hearing the birth of the divine child, The cowherds ran, fell to the ground and shouted in great joy. They searched for the baby and asked everyone, “Where is our dear Kannan?” They beat the drums, sang, danced and joy spread everywhere at Gokulam.

16. (Thirukkottiyur) The women of Aipādi, Mathura took the uri, rolled the pots in front of their houses and danced. The fragrant ghee, milk and yogurt spilled all over and they were filled with frenzied joy and their thick soft hair became loose.

132. If the wicked Kamsan, who is angry with You, finds an opportune moment when you are alone and traps you by his magic, I cannot bear to live without you. O Vāsudevā, it is essential you abide by your mother's advice. I tell you strongly not to go. You are the ornament, bright light of cowherd village, Gokulam. Come, sit and drink milk from my breast.

145. You refused to suck the milk I fed and ran away, plucking and flinging your earrings. You lifted the Govardhanā mountain effortlessly with zeal and protected the herd from the stones that rained. You broke Lord Shivā's bow (as Rāma) to wed Sita. O ThrivikRāman! You are the chief of the beautiful cowherd village, Gokulam. I failed to bore your ears when you were an infant, with your head shaking. Wasn’t that my mistake?

231. The cowherd mothers go to sell buttermilk, The fathers go behind the cows to graze them, and you, fearless, run behind the lovely village girls of Gokulam. You wander around and everyone who sees you says how naughty you are. You do things to please even those who don't like you. You are my dear child. I know who you are and I’m afraid to give you food.

235. Yashodā says (laments), “I don’t want my son to go wandering around kicking and destroying the play houses of lovely doll-like girls with bodies adorned with fragrant turmeric powder. I don’t want him going around doing naughty things. O, Why have I sent him behind the calves to the forest of Gokulam where hunters go with their axes? Why did I send my child behind the calves? O, What a terrible thing have I done!”

237. Yashodā says, “I don’t want him to wander around Gokulam doing naughty things and so the beautiful dark-haired women there come and gossip about him. He, the god beyond all thought is sweet to the eyes of all. O, I have sent him to the forest behind the calves to graze them. What a terrible thing I have done!”

239. Yashodā says "“I don’t want him to steal butter, and gulp it as it glides softly down his throat and do all sorts of mischief, roaming about in this cowherd village Gokulam. So I’ve sent him behind the calves to the forest paths where many elephants wander and people trip and stumble. O, What a terrible thing I have done!”

263. While the Gods in Heaven wish to celebrate Kannan, the God of Gods, he walks casually behind the cows along the streets of Gokulam, the cowherds' village, Seeing him, the young girls fall in love with him. Vishnuchithan, the chief of Puduvai surrounded with lovely groves where bees swarm, composed ten pāsurams about how the cowherd girls get charmed, when they see Kannan Those who sing these songs happily, will reach divine Vaikuntam.

281. Listen to the wonders that I have seen on this earth! When Kannan who has beautiful large eyes and strong arms plays his flute in the middle of a crowd of young cowherds, the music is heard in the world of the gods and all the sky dwellers forget to eat their sacrificial food and enter the cowherd village of Gokulam. Their ears are filled with the sweetness of the music and they follow happily wherever Govindan goes and do not leave him at all.

474. “On this the auspicious full moon day in the month of Markazhi, Come! let us go and bathe. O young girls adorned with beautiful ornaments, we are the beloved of the flourishing cowherd village. Only Nārāyanan, the son of Nandagopan, who looks after the cows with a sharp spear, the lovely-eyed Yashodā's young lion with a dark body, beautiful eyes and a face bright as the shining moon will give us the Parai. ( the fruits of pavai nonbu) Come and let us join the world in His praise".

618. She says, “Don't feel embarrassed anymore. All the neighbors know about our love. Don’t try to make me the person I was before. I have changed, I am in love with Kannan. If you really want to save me, take me to the cowherd village of Gokulam. I will survive only if I see the Māyan who measured the world as a dwarf.

630. “He is as sweet as nectar, This dark bull who stole butter and milk from the cowherd women of Gokulam has made me weak with love for him and I am heartbroken. Who can relieve me of this sorrow? If you bring the water that drips from his the nectar-like mouth, and feed that to me, the weakness of my body and my love sickness will go away. ”

The chief of Villiputhur, Vishnuchittan's Kodai, composed pāsurams about how she (Andal) whose eyebrows are lovelier than bows, loved the dear Kannan, the bright light of the cowherd village of Gokulam and how He gave her pangs of love. Those who learn these pāsurams that describe her divine love for the dear God and worship Him will not suffer in the ocean of sorrow.

638. “Did you see Govardhanān who left me and went to Gokulam, the cowherd village and fascinates everyone by stealing the butter, eating it and smelling of ghee?" “We saw the dark one adorned with garlands made of forest flowers. playing with his mates in Brindavan (Mathura) He looked like the clouds shining with lightning. "

1021. The lord of Thiruvidavendai, the highest light, who drove the chariot for Arjunā, fighting in the Bhārathā war and conquering the Kauravās, and who danced the Kuravai dance with the cowherds of Gokulam holding hands with them stays in Thiruvenkatam surrounded with sacred water and thick groves and in the hearts of his devotees. O heart, let us go there and worship him.

1392. Her mother says, “She doesn’t decorate her breasts with sandal paste. She doesn’t put kohl on her eyes that are like fighting fish. She doesn’t want to play with her puvai bird. She doesn’t want anything. She keeps asking, ‘Where is Thiruvarangam of my lord?’ We know that he, our Nambi, the beloved of Lakshmi, was raised in a cowherd village of Gokulam. O friends, he is a strong man. I don’t know what he has done to my daughter. ”

1435. The lord was born in a cowherd village of Gokulam and raised there, and killed seven bulls to marry Nappinnai, as beautiful as a vine, as the gods in the beautiful golden world of the sky saw and praised him. Every day I praise the names of our god of ThenThirupper (Koiladi) surrounded with precious walls shining like gold and I am saved.

1993. O friend, see! After he was born he released his father Vasudeva from the chains that bound his ankles and Nandan, the cowherd chief, took him as a baby to his village of Gokulam where he was raised as Nandan’s son. He is our dear lord, the father of Nānmuhan, sāzhale.

1994. O friend, see! He was raised as a cowherd among people who did not know he was the lord. He ate happily all the fragrant butter that the long-haired cowherd women of the village in Gokulam churned and kept. His golden stomach that swallowed all the seven worlds surrounded by the deep ocean had still more room to eat the butter from the uri. Sāzhale.

1995. O friend, see! He was raised as a cowherd among the innocent cowherds of the village in Gokulam and ate and relished the fragrant butter that was kept in the uri, but his stomach was still not full and he swallowed all the worlds surrounded by the oceans with rolling waves. Sāzhale.

2685. “‘He churned the milky ocean to get nectar for the gods, he grazed the cows, and he swallowed all the worlds, kept them in his stomach and spat them out. But that was not enough for him. One day in cowherd village of Gokulam lovely-waisted Yashodā, with beautiful feet, amred coral mouth and round breasts tied with a band spent a long time churning good yogurt with a churning stick. Sweating as her beautiful waist hurt, she took the butter and carefully put it in a pot on the uri hanging on a rope. He pretended as if he were sleeping until Yashodā with a shining forehead had left. Then he raised up his long arms as high as possible took gobs of butter and swallowed it. 13