Verse 45

⁴⁰By then the self-born one had come back, after the passing of a moment by his own reckoning, and saw Hari with all of them, playing just as before, a whole year gone. ⁴¹All the boys in Gokula, with the calves, every one of them, lie asleep on the bed of my maya, and have not got up again even now. ⁴²Then these here, who are other than the ones my maya deluded, where have they come from? There are just as many of them, playing for a year with Visnu. ⁴³Having thought a long while about these two sets, the self-born one could not tell in any way which were the true ones and which were not. ⁴⁴So the unborn one, trying to bewilder Visnu, who is past bewildering and who bewilders the world, was himself bewildered by his own maya.

⁴⁵Like mist in the dark of night, like a firefly's glow in the daytime, a lesser maya set against a great one destroys the power of the one who turns it on him.