Verse 15

¹²With Bala beside him, playing in his garland and his ear-flowers, on the ridges of the mountain, ladies of Vraja: when he gladdens the world with the sound of the flute, gladness rises in him and he takes the whole world in his arms. ¹³The cloud, afraid in its mind that it has overstepped a great one, thunders softly along behind him, and rains flowers down on its friend, and makes with its shadow an umbrella against the heat. ¹⁴He is skilled in the many crafts of the cowherds, and in the playing of the flute after many teachings of his own; and when your son, good lady, sets the flute to the red fruit of his lip, he leads the runs of notes out of it.

¹⁵Hearing it time after time, the lords of the gods with Sakra and Sarva and the highest-seated one at their head, wise as they are, bowed their necks and their minds and went faint, unable to settle what it is.