Verse 23

¹⁸One day, while she was petting her son, who had climbed onto her lap, the good woman could not bear to carry the child's weight: he was like the top of a hill. ¹⁹Setting him down on the ground, the cowherd woman, astonished and hurt by the weight of him, thought of the great Person of the worlds and went about her work. ²⁰A demon named Trnavarta, a servant of Kamsa, sent by him, in the shape of a whirlwind carried off the little one as he sat there, ²¹covering the whole cow settlement, stealing their eyes with dust, and setting the quarters and the spaces between them roaring with a most terrible noise. ²²For a while the cattle yard was covered over with dust and with dark, and Yasoda did not see her son in the place where she had set him down.

²³No one saw himself, or anyone else either, bewildered and beaten upon by the gravel that Trnavarta flung.