Verse 11

⁵The body, from which every purpose of a man comes, is born and fed by parents. A mortal does not clear that debt to them in a hundred years of life. ⁶A son who is able, and who does not keep them with his own person and his own wealth, is made to eat his own flesh once he has gone from here. ⁷A man able to keep them who does not keep his mother, his aged father, his good wife, his infant son, his teacher, a brahmin, and one who has come to him for shelter, is breathing and dead. ⁸So these days have gone past us for nothing, days in which we did not honour you: we could do nothing, and our minds were never quiet because of Kamsa.

⁹Father, mother, you should forgive us that. We were in another's hands, we did not wait on you, and that ill-hearted man kept us hard pressed. ¹⁰Bewildered by such words from Hari, the self of all, who was a man by maya, the two of them took him onto their lap, held him close, and came into joy. ¹¹Wetting him with streams of tears, wrapped about by the cord of their love, they said nothing at all, king; their throats were choked and they were carried out of themselves.