Krishna Wanting The Moon

Mother, the moon I want as my toy.

I will roll on the floor,

Not come to your lap,

Nor have my hair-braid combed.

No longer will I be your child

I will only be Nand baba's boy.

Listen son, come to me

There's a secret from bal we can hide.

Hiding her smile, Yasoda said,

I'll give you a brand new bride.

Quick then, Mother, I swear by you

A wedding is what I'd like.

Translated by: Kalaivani Retnavellu