Mother, the moon I want as my toy. br I will roll on the floor, br Not come to your lap, br Nor have my hair-braid combed. br No longer will I be your child br I will only be Nand baba's boy. br Listen son, come to me br There's a secret from bal we can hide. br Hiding her smile, Yasoda said, br I'll give you a brand new bride. br Quick then, Mother, I swear by you br A wedding is what I'd like.