The Great Epic of the Bhārata dynasty 13.14.75-79

13.14.75

purā kṛtayuge tāta ṛṣirāsīnmahāyaśāḥ |
vyāghrapāda iti khyāto vedavedāṅgapāragaḥ |
tasyāhamabhavaṃ putro dhaumyaścāpi mamānujaḥ || 75 ||

In ancient times, viz., Krita age, O son, there was a Rishi of great fame, named Vyaghrapada. He was celebrated for his knowledge and mastery over the Vedas and their branches. I was born as the son of that Rishi and Dhaumya took birth as my younger brother. On a certain occasion, Madhava, accompanied by Dhaumya, I came upon the asylum of certain Rishis of cleansed souls. There I beheld a cow that was being milked. I saw the milk and it appeared to me to resemble Amrita itself in taste. I then came home, and impelled by childishness, I addressed my mother and said,--Give me some food prepared with milk.--There was no milk in the house, and accordingly my mother was much grieved at my asking for it. My mother took a piece of (rice) cake and boiled it in water, Madhava. The water became whitened and my mother placed it before us saying that it was milk and bade us drink it. I had before that drunk milk on one occasion, for my father had, at the time of a sacrifice, taken me to the residence of some of our great kinsmen. A celestial cow, who delights the deities, was being milked on that occasion. Drinking her milk that resembled Amrita in taste, I knew what the virtues are of milk. I therefore, at once understood the origin of the substance that my mother offered me, telling me that it was milk. Verily, the taste of that cake, O son, did not afford me any pleasure whatever.

13.14.76

kasyacittvatha kālasya dhaumyena saha mādhava |
āgacchamāśramaṃ krīḍanmunīnāṃ bhāvitātmanām || 76 ||

13.14.77

tatrāpi ca mayā dṛṣṭā duhyamānā payasvinī |
lakṣitaṃ ca mayā kṣīraṃ svāduto hyamṛtopamam || 77 ||

13.14.78

tataḥ piṣṭaṃ samāloḍya toyena saha mādhava |
āvayoḥ kṣīramityeva pānārthamupanīyate || 78 ||

13.14.79

atha gavyaṃ payastāta kadācitprāśitaṃ mayā |
tataḥ piṣṭarasaṃ tāta na me prītimudāvahat || 79 ||