Verse 10

⁴Once, at the festival bathing for his first turning over, at the joining of his birth star, with the women gathered, the good woman had the anointing of her son done, with instruments and singing and brahmins saying the sacred words. ⁵Nanda's wife had the bathing and the rest done, and the blessing recited by brahmins well honoured with food and clothes and garlands and the cows they wanted; and when he had grown sleepy she laid him down gently. ⁶Her mind taken up with the eagerness of the day, spirited as she was, honouring those of the camp who had come, she did not hear her son crying at all; and he, crying and wanting the breast, threw his feet up.

⁷The cart under which the child was lying, struck by his small foot, soft as coral, went over, its many vessels of juice and of metal smashed, its wheels and axle thrown apart and its shaft split. ⁸Seeing it, the women of the camp with Yasoda at their head, who had come for the rite of the turning over, and Nanda and the others, were at a loss before the wonder: how did the cart go over of itself? ⁹The little boys said to the cowherds and the cowherd women, whose minds could settle on nothing: This was thrown over by that one there, crying, with his foot. There is no doubt of it. ¹⁰The cowherds did not believe them, saying it was children's talk. They did not know the strength of that child, which is past all measuring.