Sri Krishna lay ill. His pure, tender body was inflamed with fever. No drugs or charms had any effect.
The Mother, Yashoda, felt deeply worried. She asked Krishna, “Shyama, my darling, we have tried everything within our power, but your fever keeps on mounting. Won’t you tell me what will make you well once again?”
Sri Krishna smiled and said, “Ma, only one thing can cure me.” “What is it, my child? Tell me that I may procure it without delay.” Krishna said, “Mother, apply the dust of the feet of someone, who loves me dearly, on my forehead and I shall get well.”
“That is easily done!” said Yashoda. “The whole place is full of gopis and gopas who love you more than life itself. Soon I shall bring what you need.”
Yashoda goes out. She enters the house of a gopi “Welcome Mother,” says the gopi. What can I do for you?”
Yashoda explains to her the situation and asks for the dust of the gopi’s feet. As the gopi listens to this strange request, the colour of her countenance changes. “Mother!” she says, “You know fully well that there is nothing in the world I would keep from Beloved Shyama. I would gladly lay down my life for His sake. But this I can never do! For it is laid down in the scriptures that a devotee goes to hell if the dust of her feet touches the forehead of the Lord.”