O mother
Give me the moon toy
Drink will not I
Dhauri cow's milk
Nor will I
Plait my hair!
Now will I
Roll up on the ground
I will not come
To your lap!
Neither will I
Take the pearl necklace
Nor the jhanguli one
Will I be called
Nanda's son
But not yours!
O Jasoda takes him
By his ears!
And says softly
Oh baby don't tell your brother
More beautiful than the moon
Will be the bride
I'll bring you
Hearing this he spake
Oh then,ma Get me
Wed just now,not late
Soor friends all will be
The groom's companions
And thus sing
Auspicious strains
Without suspicions!