Tirukkurrala Utal 21

21

O sweet nectar of a woman of Tirikūṭa's noble mountain, listen! First, your elder brother
Kṛṣṇa ate millet and threw it up with his mouth — haven't you heard that ancient tale?
On earth he put an anklet on his hand, placed a hand-bangle over his mouth,
and tore the sari of one woman for the sake of another — he indeed is the madman!