dhundhe jashodaa chahu or
chhup gaye nand kishor
dhundhe jashodaa chahu or
chhup gaye nand kishor maiyaa bole aa re
ab na sataa re chitachor
kanhaiyaa dhundhe jashodaa chahu or

boli gujariyaa baat kahun
mai kyaa us naakhat ki
bhaagaa kisi ki leke gagariyaa
todi kisi ki matki bolaa maanaa mai chor
itna machaati rahi shor
kanhaiyaa dhundhe jashodaa chahu or
dhundhe jashodaa chahu or
chhup gaye nand kishor

kaanhaa kahat hai sagraa
biraj ye meraa huaa re bairi
tu bhi mujhpar dosh lagaae
kaisi tu maan hai meri mujhko ab to tu bhi
kahati hai maakhan chor
kanhaiyaa dhundhe jashodaa chahu or
dhundhe jashodaa chahu or
chhup gaye nand kishor

Across the fields, Yashoda seeks,
Her Nand's boy hides, his mischief speaks.
Across the fields, Yashoda seeks,
Her Nand's boy hides, the playful leaks.

"Come hither, child," the mother cries,
"No more your tricks, beneath my eyes."
Kanhaiya, the boy, she seeks with plea,
Across the fields, eternally.

The milkmaids murmur, tales unfold,
Of naughty pranks, a story told.
He flees with pots, a joyful chase,
And breaks the jars with childish grace.
"I stole," he says, a tender plea,
"Though loud you've shrieked, incessantly."
Kanhaiya, the boy, she seeks with care,
Across the fields, beyond compare.

Across the fields, Yashoda seeks,
Her Nand's boy hides, his mischief speaks.

"This world of Braj, my foe it seems,"
The boy proclaims, in whispered dreams.
"Even you, Mother, blame me now,
What mother scolds her child, somehow?"
"You call me thief, of butter sweet,"
Kanhaiya, the boy, she's sure to greet.
Across the fields, the search goes on,
Her Nand's boy hides, where he belongs.
Across the fields, Yashoda seeks,
Her Nand's boy hides, his mischief speaks.