Verse 19

¹⁹And when I am there at the root of his feet with my hands joined and my whole attention on him, he will look at me smiling with a moist eye, and at once every fault of mine will be struck away, and I shall carry a strong gladness with no doubt left in it. ²⁰Then he will take me in his two great arms, his closest friend, his kinsman, who has no other god; and in that same moment my self is made into a ford, and the bond that is made of action breathes out and slackens. ²¹Having got the touch of his body, when I am bowed with my hands joined, he whose fame is wide will say to me: Akrura, uncle. Then we are of a birth that has borne fruit. Whom the great one does not honour, shame on that man's birth.

²²There is no one dear to him, no closest friend, and none unloved, hated, or to be passed over. Even so, he meets those devoted to him as they come, as the tree of the gods gives what is asked of it to whoever shelters under it. ²³And more: the elder, best of the Yadus, will smile and take me in his arms as I bow, and hold me by my joined hands, and bring me into the house where every honour will be done me, and ask what Kamsa has done to his own kin. ²⁴Thinking of Krsna in this way on the road, Svaphalka's son came with his chariot to Gokula, and the sun came to the mountain of setting, king.