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
