dohrw ]

dhoharaa ||

DOHRA

KIr iblovn kO auTI jsuDw hir kI mwie ]

kheer bilovan kau uthee; jasudhaa har kee mai ||

The mother Yashoda has got up to churn the curd

muK qy gwvY pUq gun mihmw khI n jwie ]137]

mukh te gaavai poot guna; mahimaa kahee na jai ||137||

She is uttering a eulogy of her son from her mouth and his praise cannot be described.137.