Verse 12

⁷Some of them played on flutes and some blew their horns; some sang along with the bees, and others called back and forth with the cuckoos. ⁸Some ran after the shadows of the birds, some walked handsomely alongside the swans, some sat down with the cranes, and some danced with the peacocks. ⁹Some pulled the young monkeys about, and climbed the trees with them, and made faces along with them, and swung about in the leafy branches. ¹⁰They jumped along with the frogs, soaked with the water of the stream; they laughed at their own reflections, and shouted at the echoes that answered them. ¹¹So those who had heaped up merit played together with him: the taste of Brahman's joy to the good, the highest god to those who have taken up his service, and a human child to those sheltering in maya.

¹²The dust of whose feet even yogins who hold themselves in cannot come by through the hardship of many births: that very one stood there of himself where their eyes could rest on him. What is to be said of the good fortune of the people of Vraja?