Chuckling, Kanha came crawling, Trying to catch His reflection In the bejewelled courtyard of Nanda. One moment He would stare at His shadow Then move His hands to hold it Chuckling in delight, two teeth showing Again and again He would try. Calling Nanda to come and see Yasoda watched in joy Then covering Sur's Lord with her aanchal She began to feed her boy.
Krishna denying he stole butter
O mother mine, I did not eat the butter come dawn, with the herds, you send me to the jungle, o, mother mine, I did not eat the butter. all day long with my flute in the jungles at dusk do I return home. but a child, younger than my friends how could I reach up to the butter? all the gopas are against me on 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 your herd-stick and the blanket I'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.
Krishna questions his hair braid is not growing
Mother, when will my hair-braid grow? milk you said will make it grow, but still it remains so short. Mother when will my hair-braid grow you said like Bal it would be strong, his braid has grown fat and long, combing , braiding, bathing, drying, to the ground like a serpent writhing. for me you say milk is better. never delicious bread and butter, Sur, long live the two brothers, the twosome of hari and haldhar.
Krishna complains about his elder brother
O mother mine, Dau (Balram)forever teases me. you never gave birth to me, and I was bought in the market. this is what he tells me o mother mine, Dau forever teases me. fed up of his teasing ways, I don't go out to play. who is your mother? and who is your father? again and again he says. Yasoda's fair, so also Nanda, how come you're so dark? Dau provokes, the gopas laugh, and all have such a lark. me, mother, you want to beat, but Dau you never even scold, seeing the anger on Mohan's face Yasoda's joy was untold, listen Kanha, Balbhadra is naughty, wicked from his birth, you're my son, and I your mother, I swear by mother cows worth!
