Verse 48

⁴²Then the Bhagavan, having given his own son leave to go, brought the calves, standing where they had been before, to the sandbank, to his own friends as they had been. ⁴³Though a whole year had gone by, king, the children, struck by Krsna's maya, thought it half a moment since the lord of their breath and of the self within them had left them. ⁴⁴What do people not forget here, when their minds are bewildered by maya, since the whole world, bewildered, forgets itself over and over? ⁴⁵And his friends said to Krsna: You have come back very fast, and welcome. Not one mouthful has been eaten. Come here and eat properly. ⁴⁶Then the lord of the senses laughed and took his food with the children, and showing them the python's skin he turned back from the wood towards Vraja.

⁴⁷His limbs picked out with peacock feathers and flowers and fresh coloured earth, rich with the festival of loud flute-notes and leaf-whistles and horn-calls, calling the calves by name, his clean fame sung by those who walked behind him, a festival to the eyes of the cowherd women, he came into the cattle yard. ⁴⁸Today the great snake was killed by him, the son of Yasoda and Nanda, and we were saved from it: so the boys sang in Vraja.