Verse 4

⁴Hari, wanting the breast, came up to his mother as she churned, took hold of the churning stick and stopped her, and brought her delight. ⁵He climbed into her lap and she gave him the breast, wet with love, watching his face and smiling. Then the milk she had set on the fire boiled over, and she left him unsatisfied and went off quickly. ⁶Anger came up in him. Biting his trembling red lip with his teeth, shedding tears that were not real, he broke the curd pot with a grinding stone, went inside, and ate the fresh butter alone. ⁷The cowherd woman took down the milk when it was well boiled, came in again, and looking at the curd pot saw it broken. She knew the work for her own son's and laughed, and did not see him there.

⁸She caught sight of him standing up on an upturned mortar, handing out as much as it liked to a monkey the fresh butter that hung in a sling, his eyes moving about with a thief's misgiving. She came up quietly behind her son.