Verse 10

¹⁰and they sang his dear deeds and wept, past caring who saw them, remembering and remembering the things he had done as a small boy and as a young one. ¹¹One of them, seeing a honeybee, thinking of her meeting with Krsna, took it for a messenger sent by her beloved, and said this: ¹²The cowherd woman said: Honeybee, friend of a cheat, do not touch my feet with whiskers that carry the saffron off the crushed garland on my rival's breast. Let the lord of the Madhus wear the favour of those proud women. A man whose messenger is such as you is a joke in the Yadu court. ¹³Having made us drink once the bewildering nectar of his own lip, he dropped us that same moment, the way you drop flowers. How then does the lotus goddess wait on those feet of his? Her mind too, poor thing, was carried off by the talk of him whose renown is highest.

¹⁴Six-foot, why sing so much here in front of us, who have no houses, about the ancient lord of the Yadus? Sing about him to the friends of the friend of Vijaya. Those loved ones will get you what you want, the ache in their breasts taken away.