Verse 29
The cattle, the flute, the lifted hill· Verses 29–34
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29That same one grazed the cattle-wealth, the home of good fortune, with its white bulls, and with a sounding flute he gave delight to the cowherds who walked behind him. 30The conjurors the Bhoja king sent, who could take whatever shape they wished, he pushed aside one after another in play, a child with his toys. 31When they had fallen from drinking the poison, he took hold of the lord of snakes, raised them up, and gave the cows that same water to drink, standing again in its own nature. 32He had the cowherd king perform the cow sacrifice through the best of the twice-born, the mighty one meaning to make a good spending of a great weight of wealth.
33When Indra, his pride broken, rained down in anger and Vraja was beside itself, it was saved by the hill held up as a parasol in play, by him who gives what is good. 34Honouring the opening of a night washed clean by the rays of the autumn moon, singing a song of sweet measure, he took his pleasure, the ornament of the circle of women.