O mother mine, Dau (Balram)forever teases me. <br />you never gave birth to me, <br />and I was bought in the market. <br />this is what he tells me <br />o mother mihne, Dau forever teases me. <br />fed up of his teasing ways, <br />I don't go out to play. <br />who is your mother? <br />and who is your father? <br />again and again he says. <br />Yasoda's fair, so also Nanda, <br />how come you're so dark? <br />Dau provokes, the gopas laugh, <br />and all have such a lark. <br />me, mother, you want to beat, <br />but Dau you never even scold, <br />seeing the anger on Mohan's face <br />Yasoda's joy was untold, <br />listen Kanha, Balbhadra is naughty, <br />wicked from his birth, <br />you're my son, and I your mother, <br />I swear by mother cows worth!<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/krishna-complains-about-his-older-brother/
