nat-khat nat-khat jamuna ke tath par
kuch toh churaye haye maiyya
dil churaye, neendh churaye, chain churaye haye maiyya
kaise main jaaun ghar apne sab laaj sharam main chodhi re
kaise kahun kis nat-khat ne kiya maakhan chori re

maiyya yashoda mori gagri se jamuna ke pul par
maakhan haan koi de maakhan chura le gaya
ho maiyya yashoda kaise jaaun ghar jamuna ke pul par
maakhan haan koi de maakhan chura le gaya
mori baanh modi nat-khat re
kare dil ko jodi nat-khat re
mori gagri phooti nat-khat re
main bojh se chhooti nat-khat re
mori thaame kalai us kinaare le gaya
ho maiyya yashoda sacch kehta hoon main jamuna ke pul par
maakhan ki gagri se maakhan bachane gaya
ho maiyya yashoda mori gagri se jamuna ke pul pe
maakhan haan koi de maakhan chura le gaya

ho suna tha ik din maine jamuna tath par chalte chalte
kisi gopi ko beth akele rote raina dhalte
maine socha ke meri maiyya se main kya bolunga
kahe na roka uss roti goriya ke dil ko chalte
haan maakhan toh churaya, par usko bhi sikhaya
ke tu bhi toh thoda sa chak le bhai
oo maai hum dono phir jaa baithe uss jamuna ke pul par
maakhan hum mil ke, re maakhan chata ho gaya
oo maiyya yashoda mori gagri se jamuna ke pul pe
maakhan haan koi de maakhan chura le gaya

ho maahi mohe laaj aave kaahe main ro ro karti thi
tu hi maakhan chori main beth ke bas aahein bharti thi
phir tere nat-khat ne ik din mohe yeh raaz bataya
ho phir tere nat-khat ne ik din mohe yeh raaz bataya
chori hota tha maakhan kyun ke choron se darti thi
jo maakhan jam ke khaye, toh kya koi churaye
toh chakh le aur chakha le thoda maai
ho maai tore nat-khat ko maine hi jamuna ke pul pe
maakhan khilaaya re maakhan mera ho gaya
maiyya yashoda sach kehta hun main jamuna ke pul par
maakhan haan gori ko maakhan khilane gaya

nat-khat nat-khat jamuna ke tath par
kuch toh churaye haye maiyya
dil churaye, neendh churaye, chain churaye haye maiyya
kaise main jaaun ghar apne sab laaj sharam main chodhi re
kaise kahun kis nat-khat ne kiya maakhan chori re
ho maiyya yashoda, ho maiyya yashoda
ho maiyya yashoda mori, maiyya yashoda mori
ho maiyya yashoda sacch kehta hoon main jamuna ke pul par
maakhan ki gagri se maakhan bachane gaya
nat-khat nat-khat jamuna ke tath par ho maiyya yashoda
nat-khat nat-khat jamuna ke tath par ho maiyya yashoda
nat-khat nat-khat jamuna ke tath par
kuch toh churaye haye maiyya
dil churaye, neendh churaye, chain churaye haye maiyya
kaise main jaaun ghar apne sab laaj sharam main chodhi re
kaise kahun kis nat-khat ne kiya maakhan chori re

Mischief, mischief, upon the Yamuna's shore,
He steals something, oh Mother, evermore.
He steals the heart, sleep, and peace, alas!
How can I return, abandoning all shame, alas?
How to speak, which rogue stole the butter, I do not know.

Mother Yashoda, from my pot, by the Yamuna's span,
Butter, yes, someone gives, butter he has stolen.
Oh Mother Yashoda, how can I go home, by the Yamuna's span?
Butter, yes, someone gives, butter he has stolen.
My arm he twisted, mischievous one,
He binds the heart, mischievous one.
My pot he broke, mischievous one,
From the burden, I am freed, mischievous one.
He held my wrist, took me to the shore.
Oh Mother Yashoda, truly I say, by the Yamuna's span,
From the butter pot, I went to save the butter.
Oh Mother Yashoda, from my pot, by the Yamuna's span,
Butter, yes, someone gives, butter he has stolen.

Once I heard, as I walked the Yamuna's edge,
A gopi weeping, alone, as the night did pledge.
I thought, what will I say to my Mother then?
Why did I not stop that weeping maiden, or her heart’s den?
Yes, the butter he stole, but also taught her,
To taste a little, brother, you must partake.
Oh, we both sat again, by the Yamuna's span,
Butter we shared, oh, butter became a feast.
Oh Mother Yashoda, from my pot, by the Yamuna's span,
Butter, yes, someone gives, butter he has stolen.

Oh, shame comes to me, why did I weep and wail?
You were the butter thief, while I sat and sighed, did fail.
Then your mischievous one, one day, revealed this secret to me,
Then your mischievous one, one day, revealed this secret to me.
Butter was stolen because you feared the thieves, you see?
So eat the butter with relish, then who will dare to steal?
So taste and let others taste, a little, Mother, you must.
Oh Mother, to your mischievous one, I, by the Yamuna's span,
Butter fed, oh, my butter was won.
Mother Yashoda, truly I say, by the Yamuna's span,
Butter, yes, to the gori, butter I went to feed.

Mischief, mischief, upon the Yamuna's shore,
He steals something, oh Mother, evermore.
He steals the heart, sleep, and peace, alas!
How can I return, abandoning all shame, alas?
How to speak, which rogue stole the butter, I do not know.
Oh Mother Yashoda, oh Mother Yashoda,
Oh Mother Yashoda mine, Mother Yashoda mine.
Oh Mother Yashoda, truly I say, by the Yamuna's span,
From the butter pot, I went to save the butter.
Mischief, mischief, upon the Yamuna's shore, oh Mother Yashoda,
Mischief, mischief, upon the Yamuna's shore, oh Mother Yashoda,
Mischief, mischief, upon the Yamuna's shore,
He steals something, oh Mother, evermore.
He steals the heart, sleep, and peace, alas!
How can I return, abandoning all shame, alas?
How to speak, which rogue stole the butter, I do not know.