There was no milk in the house, and accordingly my mother, was much sorry at my asking for it. My mother took a piece of cake and boiled it in water, O Madhava. The water became whitened and my mother placed it before us, saying that it was milk and asked us to 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 house of some of our great kinsmen.
अभावाच्चैव दुग्धस्य दुःखिता जननी तदा। ततः पिष्टं समालोड्य तोयेन सह माधव॥ आवयोः क्षीरमित्येव पानार्थं समुपानयत्। अथ गव्यं पयस्तात कदाचित् प्राशितं मया॥ पित्राहं यज्ञकाले हि नीतो ज्ञातिकुलं महत्।