maiya moree main nahee makhan khayo
kahat sunat me aakar kahe jhutha dosh lagayo
ree maiya moree main nahee makhan khayo

yamuna key tat par gwal bal sang char sahar main khela
gaiya charvat bansee bajavat sanj kee bela
bhuk lagee toh daudat daudat sidha maein ghar aayo
maiya moree

naa koyee maine matkee phodee naa koyee kee hai choree
jan liya kyon mujhko jhutha tune maiya moree
apne ang ko kaise samjha tune aaj parayo
maiya moree

me toh baba nand key lala kahe chor kahau
apne ghar me kaun kamee jo bahar makhan khau
bat sunee toh mata yashoda hanskar kanth lagayo
phir bolee too nahee makhan khayo
rey krishna more too nahee makhan khayo

Mother mine, I have not stolen the butter,
Why, hearing tales, do you lay this falsehood on me?
Oh, Mother mine, I have not stolen the butter.

Upon the Yamuna's banks, with friends, a cowherd I played,
Herding the cows, playing flute as evening swayed.
Hunger struck, I ran and ran, straight home I came,
Mother mine, I have not stolen the butter…

I broke no pot, nor did I steal a thing,
Why do you deem me false, O Mother, questioning?
How did you see my own self as something estranged?
Mother mine, I have not stolen the butter…

I am Nand's son, why should I be called a thief?
What lack have I at home, to seek outside relief?
Hearing this, Mother Yashoda laughed, and held me near,
Then she spoke:
You have not stolen the butter.
My Krishna, you have not stolen the butter.