Riṅgana Keli Kule Jananī Sukha Karī

Your crawling pastimes delight Your mother. The sight of You blesses the eyes of Vraja.

valayita-balya-vilasa jaya bala-valita hare

O Hari, O companion of Balarāma, O Lord who enjoys the pastimes of a small child, all glories to You!

You eagerly move Your feet. The tinkling sounds of Your ankle-bells delight everyone's heart.

Disobeying the order to stop, You slowly crawl over the ground muddied with milk.

Ignoring the others, You quickly crawl to Your mother.

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You timidly become like a bodice covering Your mother's breast, where You drink a great flood of milk.

Your mother gently washes Your muddy body with her own hand.

You become sleepy and only pretend to drink her breast. A shower of nectar falls from Your mother's smile.