suno brij ki kahani
suno brij ki kahani log meri zubani
beta tha nandlala maiya thi nandrani
suno brij ki kahani log meri zubani
beta tha nandlala maiya thi nandrani
suno brij ki kahani o ho
bholi yashoda bhali beta natkhat chali
bholi yashoda bhali beta natkhat chali
kunj galiyan me panghat pe kare manmani
suno brij ki kahani log meri zubani
beta tha nandlala maiya thi nandrani
suno brij ki kahani o ho

nahi mane gopal sabhi gwalan behal
nahi mane gopal sabhi gwalan behal
sabne yasodha se milkar kahne ki thani
suno brij ki kahani o ho
mere sidhe balak pe tum sab aarop lagati ho
madhuban me jab chede murli daudi daudi jati ho
tabi giri hogi ye nathni uljh gayi hogi chunar
panghat pe tu fisli hogi naam mera badnaam na kar
jao jao jhut na bolo aisa mera lal nahi
makhan bhala churayega kyu chor mera gopal nahi
chor mera gopal nahi ha chor mera gopal nahi

maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo
sun maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo
kanhiya more tane hi makhan khayo
kanhiya more tane hi makhan khayo
tore kartab jan na payi ab tu pakad me aalo
mukh pe makhan saf dikhat hai mohe bahut stayo
kanhiya more tane hi makhan khayo
sun maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo

mai balak bagiyan ko choto choto choto choto
chika kis vidhi payo gawal gawal sab bair kare hai
barbs mukhal patayo maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo
kanhiya more tane hi makhan khayo
maiya mori mori maiya jiye tere kuch
bhed upaj hai tune mohe janu prayo jayo
maiya mori mori maiya kanhiya more more kanhiya
mujhko meri sau hai kanahri tu hai mero jayo
kanhiya more te nahi makhan khayo
o lalna more te nahi makhan khayo
sun maiya mori maine hi makhan khayo maine hi makhan khayo

Hear now the tale of Vrindavan,
Hear it sung from my very tongue.
A son was Nandlala, mother Nandarani,
Hear now the tale of Vrindavan,
Hear it sung from my very tongue.

Gentle Yashoda, a son so sly,
Gentle Yashoda, a son so sly,
In the lanes of the grove, at the water's edge, he played his own game.
Hear now the tale of Vrindavan,
Hear it sung from my very tongue.

Gopal he heeds no one, the milkmaids despair,
Gopal he heeds no one, the milkmaids despair,
All gathered together, to tell Yashoda's plight.
Hear now the tale of Vrindavan…

"On my innocent child, you cast these doubts,"
"In the Madhuban, you run to his flute's call,"
"Perhaps your nose ring fell, your veil entangled,"
"At the water's edge, you slipped, do not defame my son,"
"Go, go, do not lie, my child would not do such a thing,"
"How would he steal butter? My Gopal is no thief!"
"My Gopal is no thief, no, my Gopal is no thief!"

"Mother, I did not eat the butter,"
"Listen, Mother, I did not eat the butter."
"Kanhaiya, you yourself ate the butter!"
"Kanhaiya, you yourself ate the butter!"
"I could not know of your tricks, now you are caught!"
"Butter is clearly on your face, you trouble me so."
"Kanhaiya, you yourself ate the butter!"
"Listen, Mother, I did not eat the butter."

"I am but a child, small, small, small,"
"How could I reach the hanging pot? The cowherds all bear ill will."
"Forcibly you have made a jest, Mother, I did not eat the butter!"
"Kanhaiya, you yourself ate the butter!"
"Mother, my Mother, by your life, there is some secret,"
"You have made me feel like a stranger."
"Mother, my Mother, I did not eat the butter!"
"By my own oath, Kanhari, you are my own."
"Kanhaiya, you yourself ate the butter!"
"Kanhaiya, you yourself ate the butter!"
"Listen, Mother, I ate the butter, I ate the butter!"