In plain words
Am I hungry? Am I mad?’ Why, I am not hungry at all. I am not one without sense. I am not a little child. Mother! Why do you torment me like this? I am not a small boy, I am not hungry, I am not mad. So does it make any sense that I should eat mud? Telling her to look, He opened His mouth. The whole universe could be seen, there in Kṛṣṇa's mouth. Yaśodā saw it.
Is this a dream, or Viṣṇu's Māyā, or for some other purpose, or is it true? Unable to tell, am I who I am, or am I not Yaśodā Devī?
Am I Yaśodā? Or not? Is all that I see true? Or not? Such confusions came to her, and at the very end: God is no ordinary being. My son is no ordinary being. Wanting to remove the doubt in the mother completely, Balarāma played this trick. Not only this. Wanting to teach the mother this secret well, while Balarāma and Kṛṣṇa were both playing outside, Kṛṣṇa said, “Mother will be waiting there for us; come, let us go home!” At once Balarāma said: ‘Kṛṣṇa! Do you think Yaśodā is your mother? No, no. If Yaśodā is your mother: Yaśodā is fair, and Nanda is fair. Why are you dark? You are not the son of Nanda and Yaśodā.’ Balarāma spoke nothing but the truth. But He went and told it to the mother. ‘Mother! It seems I am not your son.’ She too understood: what Balarāma had said was the very truth. You were not born as my son, dear one. But you are the son of Devakī Devī. While things stand so, Devakī Devī too, they say, is suffering greatly there in Mathurā. When God takes on a human form, there are only troubles for everyone. Unless these troubles are borne, what is called divinity does not come out.
Divinity comes to be experienced through suffering itself
Will the sugarcane give jaggery if you call it and ask, unless you crush it to pulp and draw out its juice? Even a pure diamond must be cut on the stone; unless the guru shapes you, your virtue is nought.