Verse 11

⁵Friends, this sandbank is a very pleasant place, its sand soft and clean and made for our playing, and thick with trees that ring back the calls of the birds and of the bees drawn by the smell of the opening lotuses. ⁶Let us eat here. The day has climbed and we are worn out with hunger. Let the calves drink water nearby and graze quietly on the grass. ⁷So be it, said the children; and having watered the calves and penned them on the green grass, they undid their lunch bags and ate gladly together with the Bhagavan. ⁸The boys of Vraja sat down with Krsna in the wood in many rings all round him, their faces turned to him and their eyes wide, and they were splendid, like the petals about the seed-cup of a lotus.

⁹Some made themselves dishes of flowers and leaves, some of young shoots and buds and fruit, some of their bags, of bark, of flat stones, and ate. ¹⁰They all showed one another the flavour of what each had brought, laughing and making each other laugh, and took their food together with the Lord. ¹¹His flute was tucked in at his waist, his horn and stick under his arm, a soft ball of food in his left hand and pieces of fruit between his fingers. Standing there in the middle of his friends and making them laugh with his jokes, he who eats the sacrifice ate, at his child's play, while heaven looked on.