Verse 11

⁶Seeing the fierce force of that poison, and the river spoiled by it, Krsna, whose coming down is for the checking of the wicked, climbed a very tall kadamba there, tightened his belt, slapped his arms and jumped into the poisoned water. ⁷The snake's pool, its mass of water thrown up by the poison-breath of the serpent and stirred by the force of the best of men falling into it, brimmed over on every side with waves frightful and bitter with poison, and ran a hundred bow-lengths. What was that to one of endless strength? ⁸Hearing the noise of the water churned by his club-like arms as he played in the pool with the force of a great elephant, dear one, and seeing his own house overrun, the one who hears with his eyes could not bear it and came at him.

⁹He was clear as a cloud and soft and worth the looking at, with the Srivatsa mark and yellow cloth, his face lovely with its smile, his feet like the inside of a lotus, playing there with nothing to fear. The snake bit him in the vital places and in rage wrapped him in its coils. ¹⁰Seeing him wound about by the snake's coils and making no move, the cowherds, his dear friends, were cut to the heart. They had laid their selves and their friends and their goods and their wives and their wanting upon Krsna, and their minds went dark with grief and sorrow and fear, and they fell. ¹¹The cows and the bulls and the young calves stood there calling out in great distress, frightened, their eyes fixed on Krsna, as though they were weeping.