Maiyya mori main nahin maakhan khayo...

In the Bal leelas (childhood pastimes) of Kanaiya, the leelas of Makhan (butter) is very popular among the child mischievous of Bal Krishna. Kanhaiya would go to the neighboring houses and steal the butter from their home. The Gopis would come complaining about the same to Ma Yashoda.


This bhajan has been written by Saint Surdas on this kid mischief of Shree Krishna. Ma Yashoda would get angry at the complaints and go to Kanaiya and ask him, "What have you done?" "Look all the Gopis have come with the complaints against you!"


Kanaiya would reply with guilelessness and smiling face that, "Maiyaa don't listen to them, they are all liar." "They are finding ways to have a glimpse of Me." And things would end there.


But today, Kanaiya stole the butter from His own house and Mother saw it. Mother suddenly asked Him, beta (son) have you eaten the butter. On being asked it fell out of Kanaiyas mouth Main Nahi Makhan Khayo, Maiya mori main nahin Makhan khayao (I have not eaten butter, I have not eaten butter my Mother) and the bhajan progress as the dialogue between Bal Krishna and Ma Yashoda.


Maiyya mori main nahin maakhan khayo...
Maiya mori-eeee
Maiya mori, maiya mori
Maiya mori, maiya mori


Main nahin makhan khayo
Main nahin makhan khayo


Maiya mori
Main nahin makhan khayo


bhor bhayo gaiyan ke pache madhuban mohe pathayo
maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo


I've been out in Madhuban forest looking after the cows since the morning.
Oh mother, it wasn't me who ate the butter!


cāra pahara vaḿśī vaṭa bhaṭakyo
sanjh pare ghar ayo, maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo


I was out the whole day playing the flute and roaming in the forest;
i only came back in the evening.
Oh mother, it wasn't me who ate the butter!


main balak baiyan ko choto, cheeko kisi vidhi payo
maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo


I am a young child, i have small arms, how could i reach the butter pot up there?
Oh mother, it wasn't me who ate the butter!


gwaal baal sab bair pare haiN, barbas mooh laptayo
maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo


All my friends are jealous of me, they forcibly rubbed butter all over my face.
Oh mother, it wasn't me who ate the butter!


tu janni mann ki ati bhori inke kahe patichayo
maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo


You're too innocent, you believe these friends of mine
Oh mother, it wasn't me who ate the butter!


le le apni lakut kamariya, bahut hi naach nachaiyo
maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo


Take your stick and your blanket, you're making me dance around a lot
oh mother, it wasn't me who ate the butter!


jiye tere kachu bheda upaj hai, jaani paraayo aayo
maiya mori mai nahi makhan khayo


It seems that you don't love me as much as you should (because i am not your biological son like Balarama)
Oh mother, it wasn't me who ate the butter!


suradasa tab vihasi yasoda, le ura kaṇṭha lagāyo
Kanhaiya, tai nahi makhan khayo


(On being reminded that she is a foster mother), Yashoda gently smiles, gives Krishna a hug, and says, "Kanhaiya, it wasn't you who ate the butter"


Maiya mori, maine hi makhan khayo
(our hero finally confesses:) Oh mother, it was me who ate the butter!


*Bhagwad Purana" is the most important of these in as much as it contains an account of Lord Krishna's childhood in one of its chapters. (The Mahabharata does not talk about Krishna's childhood.) Based on the Krishna chapter in the Bhagawad Purana, the hindi poet Soordas wrote several poems about Lord Krishna's childhood, one of which i particularly liked. It's called "Maiya Mori mai nahi makhan khayo" [oh mother, it wasn't me who ate the butter].


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