Yaśodā who saw these –
[Your] little tender budding lotus[-like] hands that take hold of and eat the butter,
having wholly mixed [it] up,
the state of fear at [her] striking [You] with the beautiful cord,
[Your] red mouth filled with white curds,
[Your] crying,
that glance given fearing [her],
[Your] twisting [Your] beautiful, small, red lips,
and [Your]