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pAladonga vachchi pADEru tama
pAliTidaivamani brahmAdulu ||
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Brahma and other Gods sang that the milk-thief Krishna was their tutelery God.
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rOla gaTTinchuka pedda rOlalugA vApOvu
bAluni mundara vachchi pADEru
Alakinchi vinumani ambara bhAgamunandu
nAlugu dikkula nunDi nAradAdulu ||
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When little Krishna crawled with mortar tied to him all the elders
around cried loudly. Narada and other celestials sang his glory from all directions of the sky.
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nOraninDa jollugAra noogu dhooLi mEnutO
pArETi biDDani vadda pADEru
vErulEni vEdamulu venTa venTa chaduvuchu
chEri chEri intananta SEshAdulu ||
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Little Krishna's mouth was over-flowing with drivel and his crawling body was very dusty. Watching him, Adisesha and other Gods chanted eternal Vedas incessantly in great devotion.
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muddula mOmunagAra moola moolalu dAgE
baddula bAluni vadda pADEru
adivO Sree vEnkaTAdreeSuDitaDani
chaddiki vEDiki vachchi sanakAdulu ||
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Pretty Krishna was hiding secretly in corners of house and used to tell lies. The Gopikas around loved his mischief and sang his praise. Sanaka and other sages sang that Sri Venkateswara is none other than Lord Krishna who enjoyed cold curd-rice and warm butter.
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