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[Gopis say to Yashoda] Look at the beautiful body of Hari (Krishna). Why are you scolding Him like a heartless person? Just throw away that stick from your hands.||1||

[Since He is crying] Tear drops associated with lovely eye-pigment (kajal) are falling from His enticing eyes as if pure decorative juice is dripping slowly from a moon-like lotus.||2||

[O Yashoda] We are losing the knowledge of self to the beauty of Krishna, Who is adorned with the drops of (white) butter on the beautiful chest. It resembles a beautiful and huge mass of ice capped on top of a emerald mountain.||3||

O Yashoda! Think again. You are angry with someone as nice as Kanha (Krishna). O Tulsidas (the poet)! Who will remain angry after seeing such an enciting Krishna, Who is the dear one of Nanda.||4||

Notes:

¹ It is well known that Krishna used to mishandle butter stock from Vraj. Once Yashoda scolded Krishna for breaking earthen pots and destroying butter stocks. Then Krishna started feeding butter to some monkeys; as a result, He was tied to a wooden mortar by Yashoda. In this poem, Tulsidas narrates how the women of Vraj talk after Krishna is tied to the mortar.

Poet: Gosvami Tulsidas

[Yashoda says] I have tied You (Krishna) now and I will see who sets Him free. Yashoda said, ‘You have bothered me a lot,’ and tied the hand of Krishna to a wooden-mortar.||1||

Krishna got Himself tied up because Mother Yashoda was very angry. He saw Yashoda and started weeping. The milkmaids of Vraj came running when they heard about the punishment of Krishna at the hands of Yashoda. They all pleaded Yashoda to leave Krishna (even though the punishment was due to their complain).||2||

After tying Krishna to the wooden-mortar, Yashoda started to break a small tree-branch, as a stick, to beat Krishna. Seeing the stick, the milkmaids felt repentance, and turned their face in different directions to avoid the scene.||3||

[Gopis said] ‘O Yashoda! Don't be so angry (literally, don't do like this). You have tied your son for a small amount of butter and curd.’ Then they thought, ‘We have created this atrocity for the Krishna of Soordas. We did wrong’.||4||

Poet: Surdas