Gopalacampu 1.4.12

1.4.12

[9] snigdhakaṇṭha uvāca-tataś ca smita-sambhramādara-bhara-karbūritaiḥ sarvair vanditayā nanditayā ca tayā satvarayā paliknī-varayā sa-nijāṅga-jāta eva bhavān maṅgala-saṅgī bhūyād ity apūrvāṃ sukha-pūrvāṃ vācaṃ procya rocanā-kuṅkuma-saṅga-lepa-saṅkula-sad-aṅkura-phala-maṅgale śrīmad-vraja-rājasya kṣemaṅkara-karayor vinyaste tena vilokita-kalpaḥ śrīmān upanandaḥ sānandaṃ jalpati sma-iha dohāya saṃhāya raṃhasāyamānā dhenu-saṅghāḥ kām apy avihāya drutam asyāḥ sagṛhāya vihāpyantām |

Snigdhakaṇṭha said: And then, praised and delighted by everyone whose emotions were variegated by smiles, agitation, and deep respect, that excellent grey-haired elder woman hurriedly uttered unprecedented, bliss-filled words: “May you, endowed with a son born of your own body, be united with all good fortune!” When she placed auspicious sprouting seeds and fruits coated with a mixture of yellow pigment and saffron into the fortune-bestowing hands of the glorious king of Vraja, the glorious Upananda, looking somewhat like him, spoke joyfully: “Gathered here for milking, let the rushing herds of cows be quickly given away to her and her household, omitting none!”