nanhe nanhe haath komal
nanhe nanhe haath komal
nanhe nanhe paanv hai
nanhe lalla ko najar na lage
inke sar pe jsoda ki chhav hai
nanhe nanhe haath komal

natkhat ki khatpat to dekho
makhan munkh lipta bhi liya
natkhat ki khatpat to dekho
makhan munkh lipta bhi liya
khat se pataki maakhan mataki
khaya so khaya gira bhi diya

Tiny, tender hands, so frail,
Tiny, tender feet that trail,
May no shadow touch this sweet child's face,
Beneath Yashoda's loving grace.
Tiny, tender hands, so frail.

See the playful mischief gleam,
Butter smeared, a creamy dream.
See the playful mischief's art,
Pot of butter, torn apart.
Ate his fill, then let it fall, it seemed.