hr balak main chupi hui hai surat tere lal ki
phele bn tu yhsodaa maiya
kami nhi ha tere gopal ki
janm diya hai jis maa ne usne bhi upkaar kiya hai
usse badi maa vo hai jisne maa ka pyaar kiya hai

Within each child, a glimpse of you resides, O Crimson Lord,
First, become a Yashoda, a mother’s unending accord.
Unending accord of Gopal, for the mother who birthed, a deed so grand,
But greater still, she who loved, with a mother’s gentle hand.