Verse 47

⁴³When the cowherd woman had come to know the truth in this way, the Lord, the mighty one, spread over her the maya of Visnu, which is made of love for a son. ⁴⁴At once her memory of it was gone, and the cowherd woman set her son on her lap and was as she had been before, her heart thick with a love that had only grown. ⁴⁵Hari, whose greatness is sung by the three Vedas and by the Upanishads and by the ways of enumeration and of yoga and by those who are his own, she took for her son. ⁴⁶What good work had Nanda done, brahmin, to have a rising as great as this? And Yasoda, greatly favoured, at whose breast Hari drank? ⁴⁷His own father and mother did not come by Krsna's generous doings as a child, which the poets sing even now, and which take the world's stain away.