Verse 27

²⁷As a baby he took the life of the owl woman; at three months, with his foot, he tipped the cart over. And crawling between two trees that touched the sky, he pulled them up by the roots, which could not have happened any other way. ²⁸In the cowherd settlement he brought the cattle and the herdsmen back to life when they had drunk the poisoned water, with a rain of his kind look; and to make that water clean he would drive out the snake whose tongue rolled with the strength of much poison, playing all the while in the pool. ²⁹That deed of his seemed to come from heaven: when at night the settlement lay sleeping in a dry wood that was burning all round, and had settled that its end had come, he whose strength no one can reach made them close their eyes and led them up out of it, with Bala beside him.

³⁰Whatever rope his mother took to tie her son with, none of it was ever long enough for him. And when he yawned, the cowherd woman looked into his mouth and saw the worlds there, and her mind was struck with doubt, and she was woken. ³¹He will free Nanda from fear and from Varuna's noose, and the cowherds shut in caves by the son of Maya. And Gokula, busy by day and lying down at night worn out, he brought to the world where nothing hinders. ³²When the cowherds' offering had been stopped and the god rained down to wreck the settlement, he wanted out of pity to save the cattle, and, seven years old, held up the mountain for seven days on one faultless hand, lightly, as one holds a mushroom.

³³Playing at night in a wood made pale by the moon's rays, turned toward the round dance, with sweet notes drawn long and swelling, he lit the ache of love in the wives of the cowherds; and when the follower of the lord of wealth carried one off, he will take his head.