O innocent, Ka'nu (Krs'n'a'),
under what influence of delusion,
did You go to Mathura?

You left all Your playmates
at Gokul and Vrinda'vana.

The milkmaids do not churn curd anymore,
but continuously cry instead.
They say that since the stealer of butter went away
they do not desire to prepare it anymore.

Ka'nu went away ignoring us,
and then forgot about us.
No upstream flow is to be found in the Yamuna' river.
No one plays the flute to that sweet melody.

The cows in the shed face upwards
and throw grass from their mouth.

Ka'nu went away,
became king
and forgot us.