bada natakhat hai re krishhn kanhaiya, ka kare yashoda maiya
bada natakhat hai re krishhn kanhaiya, ka kare yashoda maiya
ha bada natakhat hai re

dhundhe ri ankhiya use charo or
janey kaha chhup gaya nandakishor
dhundhe ri ankhiya use charo or
janey kaha chhup gaya nandakishor
ud gaya aise jaise purawaya, ka kare yashoda maiya
ha bada natakhat hai re

mere jiwan ka too ek hi sapna
jo koyi dekhe tohe samajhe wo apna
mere jiwan ka too ek hi sapna
jo koyi dekhe tohe samajhe wo apna
sab ka hai pyara, ho sab ka hai pyara bansi bajaya
ka kare yashoda maiya
ha bada natakhat hai re krishhn kanhaiya, ka kare yashoda maiya
ha bada natakhat hai re

Mischief dances, Krishna, my sweet child,
What's a mother to do, in this wild?
Mischief dances, oh, so free.

Eyes search for him, in every space,
Where has my Nandkishore found his place?
Eyes search for him, in every nook,
Like a wandering breeze, a fleeting look,
He has vanished, my weary heart sighs,
What's a mother to do, beneath these skies?
Oh, so mischievous is he.

My life's sole dream, a gentle plea,
That all who see, shall know and be,
My life's sole dream, a sacred quest,
To hold him close, and be truly blessed.
Beloved of all, a heart so true,
He plays his flute, for me and you.
What's a mother to do, forever near?
Mischief dances, Krishna, banishing fear,
What's a mother to do, my dearest dear?
Oh, so mischievous is he.