Krishna Denying He Stole The Butter

O mother mine,

I did not eat the buttercome dawn, with the herds,
you send me to the jungle,o, mother mine,

I did not eat the day long with my flute in the junglesat dusk do I return a child, younger than my friendshow could I reach up to the butter?
all the gopas are against meon my face they wipe the butter,
you mother, are much too innocent,
you believe all their chatter.
there is a flaw in your behaviour,
you consider me not yours,
take you herd-stick and the blanketI'll dance to your tune no longer.

Surdas,

Yasoda then laughed,
and took the boy in her arms,
mother mine I did not eat the butter.

Translated by:

Kalaivani Retnavellu