202. He gulps down butter from our houses and breaks the pots by dashing them on stones with a loud noise with glee. We are unable to control his mischiefs. You should take care of your son. His deeds hurt us like an injury that is rubbed. O lovely Yashodā! You have begotten a son who is capable of doing mischiefs again and again. Call your son!

203. Yashodā talks to Kannan and her neighbors. “You are my dear child! Come, come, come here! As the dwarf Vāmana, you went to the king Mahābali. Come here. You have dark hair, a beautiful face and a lovely red mouth. You came as Rāma(Kakutha) Come here. And you, lovely neighbors, you know he is my beloved child, know how precious he is to me. O! my dark complexioned son, listen. it hurts me when I hear the neighbors complain about you. I can’t bear it. Don’t you feel sorry for me? Come to me. ”

204. The cowherd women complain to Yashodā thus: "Your wonderful son doesn’t hesitate to do mischief. He is bright and has a divine glow. He swallowed all the melted ghee in our pots and broke them and now he stands here as if he has done nothing wrong. Is it right to do bad things like this to your neighbors? Yashodā, call him to come to you. Madhusudanan doesn’t allow us to live!"

205. Yashodā calls Kannan to come to her : “O you with the dark color of a cloud, come, You are the god of Srirangam, come, you are the Naranan of Thirupper (Koiladi) surrounded by the ocean with clear waves, come. He came running into the house and said, “ Mother, I’ve already eaten. ” Yashodā could not get angry with him. She approached him and embraced him. This is the loving trick Yashodā's dear child has learnt.

206. A cowherdess complains, “I milked the cow and put the milk on the stove, but I found out I didn’t have any fire to light it. I asked my daughter to stay there and went to borrow some fire from a neighbor. As I stood there and chatted with the neighbor for a while, the dear lord of SālakkiRāmam turned over the pot, drank the milk and ran away. O beautiful Yashodā with a voice as sweet as the juice from a sugarcane press, call your son. ”

207. Yashodā calls Kannan to come to her. “ O my son, come to me. come to me now. Don’t say you won’t come. Come to me. The neighbors keep complaining about you and it’s difficult for me to hear so many complaints. You are a happy little one! You carried Govardhanā mountain and danced the Kudakkuthu dance. You are the meaning of the Vedās and my god of Venkata hills. Come here. ”

208. A cowherd girl complains, “I made twelve types of sweets with good rice, small lentils, sugar, fragrant ghee and milk for Thiruvonam festival. I know what he does— he already ate my food once before. He gobbled everything up and says he wants more. He stands as if he hasn’t done anything wrong. This is one of his tricks. ” O lovely Yashodā, call your son and ask him to come to you.

209. Yashodā calls Kannan to come to her. "O, Kesava, come here. Don’t say no. Come to me. Don’t go to unfriendly people’s houses and play there. Come to me. Don’t stay in the place of those who complain about you and where servants live. Obeying your mother’s words is your duty. Damodara, come here. ”

210. A cowherd girl complains, "I kept sweet laddus, seedais and sesame sweet balls in a pot and went outside. I thought no one would come into my house and take anything, but your son entered my house and ate all the sweets without leaving any at all. He even looked into the pot hanging on the uri and checked to see if there was any butter hidden there. O Yashodā, beautiful one, call your son to come to you. I’ve told you only some of the naughty things he did. ”

211. A cowherd girl complains, “ O lovely Yashodā, If anyone complains about your son, you get upset. He is tricky. He came to our house and called my girl, took her bracelets, went away through the backyard, sold them to the berry seller and bought some sweet berries and ate them. When I asked him about the bracelets, he said, “I haven’t seen them” and laughed.

212. The chief Pattar, Vishnuchithan, composed songs describing the play of the god of Srirangam in the southern land surrounded with groves where bees happily swarm and the Kaveri flows with its abundant water. If people sing these songs and dance they will become devotees of Govindan and will be like lights that brighten up all the eight directions. I bow to them and worship their feet.