He whom the Vedas declare in negative terms and whose end could not find, the mother ran to catch him by force,
With his body besmirched all over with dust, he came and the king smilingly took him in his arms,
Even while the Lord sat at dinner, his mind restless, so that the moment he got a chance he would ran away hither and thither with a scream of delight,
His mouth daubed with curds and rice, His charming and most innocent sports have been sung by Vedas,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks please