madhav bin madhav sara brij suna kya gokul gya jamun teer
koi yasoda ki peed na samjhe tane deve nar abhi
yasoda tera kitna hiya kathor bhej diye mathura nand kishor
bhukh or pyas se nit bechain dhundta hoga tujhe din rain
haye ri tune kiya hai kabhi vichar
krishan tera kitna sukumar
krishan tera kitna sukumar krishan tera kitna sukumar

jasomati maiya ri kanha jo tera hota apna lal
kanha jo tera hota apna lal to rakhti palkan bich sambhal
to rakhti palkan bich sambhal kanha jo tera hota apna lal

kokh se teri janam na paya par tera balak to kahlaye
kokh se teri janam na paya teri dur kabhi rishta nahi hamse
fir bhi hamse raha na jaye fir bhi hamse raha na jaye
kanhaiya bina hal bhaya behal
kanhaiya bina hal bhaya behal
kanha jo tera hota apna lal kanha jo tera hota apna lal

tum jo kahti mat na lalna tal na deta wo teri bat
tum jo kahti mat na lalna are hum na bilakhte tere kuwar bin
or na tadapta wo bin ma or na tadapta wo bin ma
haye ri tune tanik na kiya khyal haye ri tune tanik na kiya khyal
kanha jo tera hota apna lal kanha jo tera hota apna lal
to rakhti palkan bich sambhal
to rakhti palkan bich sambhal kanha jo tera hota apna lal

Empty, the Vrindavan, the whispers of Gokul gone,
By Yamuna's shore, where Krishna's echo is withdrawn.
No one understands Yashoda's ache, the taunts they cast,
"Her heart of stone, to send her boy, a future unsurpassed?"

"Yashoda, how could you be so strong, to send him far?
Across the plains to Mathura, that shining star.
He's hungry, thirsty, restless now, you see,
Searching for you, eternally."

Did you ever pause to ponder, my love,
How tender is Krishna, like a dove?
How tender is Krishna, so innocent and meek,
How tender is Krishna, the words that he'd speak?

"Yashomati, mother, if Krishna were your own,
If he were your son, and yours alone,
You'd keep him safe within your eyes,
You'd never let a single tear arise."

Though he was not born of your womb, they say,
Yet he's called yours, in every single way.
Though the bond of blood, was never meant to be,
Still our hearts ache, for he,

Without him, our world is undone,
Without him, the light of our life is outrun.
If he were your son, and yours alone,
If he were your son, the only one.

If you had said, "Don't go, my child, stay near,"
He would have listened, banished every fear.
We would not weep, we would not wail,
Nor would we search, through sun and hail.
Nor would we cry, for a mother's hand,
Nor would we cry, across the land.

Did you never think, did you ever see?
If he were your son, eternally?
If he were your son, and yours alone,
You would keep him safe, within your bone,
You would keep him safe, you'd never let him roam,
If he were your son, if he were your home.