Verse 13

⁷On the road, king, the village people gathered here and there, and looking at the two sons of Vasudeva they were glad, and could not take their eyes away. ⁸By then the people of Vraja, Nanda the cowherd and the rest, who had gone on ahead, had reached the grove outside the city and were standing there waiting. ⁹The Bhagavan, lord of the world, came up to them and spoke to Akrura, taking his hand in his own hand, half smiling at the man's deference: ¹⁰You go on into the city ahead of us with the chariot, to your house. We will get down here, and then we will look at the city. ¹¹I will not enter Mathura without you two, my lord. You should not leave me, master. I am one of yours, and you are tender to those devoted to you.

¹²Come, let us go to our house, and give it a master, you who are beyond the reach of the senses, with your elder brother, with the cowherds and with your friends, best of friends. ¹³Make our houses clean with the dust of your feet, ours who keep the household fires. By that cleansing the fathers are satisfied, and the gods along with the fires.