ahaṁ śrī-vasudevena

samānītā tato yadā

yaśodāyā mahārtāyās

tadānīntana-rodanaiḥ

apy antar dalati dhruvam

jīvan-mṛtānām anyāsāṁ

vārtāṁ ko ’pi mukhaṁ nayet

When Śrī Vasudeva brought me back from Gokula, the cries of the greatly distraught Yaśodā made even stones shed tears and lightning bolts shatter. And who can let the mouth speak about the other women of Vraja, who after Kṛṣṇa left became like living corpses?