Translation Dwarkabai and Dhundi

Ma had covered the embers of the fireplace and was sitting, lost in thought, when the silence woke her up. Why had Dhundiraj's crying stopped so suddenly? She ran to the cradle with her heart in her mouth. Dhundiraj looked like he was in a samadhi. His palm was half open like it was Tukaram's palm holding the kartal. His face had a unsettling smile, but he made no sound and the cradle was still. As though that small piece of cloud in the sky had hypnotised him.

And then, the sudden excitement in the atmosphere subsided, restoring movement to the air once more, and bore that cloud away. The cloud had barely moved when the cradle began to rock again, and Dhundiraj came out of his trance and cried out noisily.

Dwarkabai was relieved by the sound " You scared me, son. Oof, forgive me! I will never tie your hands again".