Poem 43

In plain words

When demons in human form gathered to chase Them through the city streets, how many torments Balarāma and Kṛṣṇa must have suffered! Upon You, mere infants, King Kaṃsa let loose a rutting elephant: how could his heart consent? Given over to hardships from the day I bore You, that we must see it with our own eyes: what fruit of our karma is this!