Mother, the moon I want as my toy.
I will roll on the floor,
Not come to your lap,
Nor have my hair-braid combed.
No longer will I be your childI will only be Nand baba's boy.
Listen son, come to
There's a secret from bal we can hide.
Hiding her smile,
Yasoda said,
I'll give you a brand new bride.
Quick then,
Mother,
I swear by youA wedding is what I'd like.
Translated by:
Kalaivani Retnavellu
