O mother mine, I did not eat the butter <br />come dawn, with the herds, <br />you send me to the jungle, <br />o, mother mine, I did not eat the butter. <br />all day long with my flute in the jungles <br />at dusk do I return home. <br />but a child, younger than my friends <br />how could I reach up to the butter? <br />all the gopas are against me <br />on my face they wipe the butter, <br />you mother, are much too innocent, <br />you believe all their chatter. <br />there is a flaw in your behaviour, <br />you consider me not yours, <br />take you herd-stick and the blanket <br />I'll dance to your tune no longer. <br />Surdas, Yasoda then laughed, <br />and took the boy in her arms, <br />mother mine I did not eat the butter.<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/krishna-denying-he-stole-the-butter/
