that darling black boy Krishna

ഓമനക്കുട്ടന്‍ ഗോവിന്ദന്‍ ബലരാമനെ കൂടെ കൂടാതെ

കാമിനിമണിയമ്മ തന്‍ അംഗസീമനി ചെന്നു കേറിനാന്‍

അമ്മയുമപ്പോള്‍ മാറണച്ചിട്ടങ്ങുമ്മ വെച്ച് കിടാവിനെ

അമ്മിഞ്ഞാ കൊടുത്താനന്ദിപ്പിച്ചു ചിന്‍മയന്‍ അപ്പോഴോതിനാന്‍

ഒപ്പത്തിലുള്ള കുട്ടികളൊരു മുപ്പത്തിരണ്ടുപേരുണ്ട്

അപ്പിള്ളേരായ് വനത്തില്‍ മേളിപ്പാന്‍ ഇപ്പോള്‍ ഞാന്‍ അമ്മെ പോകട്ടേ

അയ്യോ എന്നുണ്ണി പോകല്ലേ ഇപ്പോള്‍ തീയുപോലുള്ള വെയിലല്ലേ

വെറുതെ എന്നമ്മേ തടയല്ലേ പോട്ടെ പരിചോടിന്നിടയ്ക്കുണ്ണുവാന്‍

നറുനെയ്യ് കൂട്ടീട്ടുരുട്ടീട്ടും നല്ലോരുറതയിര്‍ കൂട്ടീട്ടുരുട്ടീട്ടും

വറുത്തോരുപ്പേരി പതിച്ചിട്ടും ഈ രണ്ടുരുളയും എന്റെ മുരളീയും

തരിക എന്നൊന്നങ്ങലട്ടി ചാഞ്ചാടി തരസാ കണ്ണന്‍ താന്‍ പുറപ്പെട്ടു 

By Venmani Nambudiri.. Senior

This is a beautiful song, a soothing lullaby perhaps. The way Yasodha dotes on that wonderful darling black child.

Only a person having knowledge of Malayalam Language The can completely absorb and enjoy the sweetness in full. Simple.. Uncomplicated Malayalam.. Unaffected even by tough Sanskrit usages that was the wont of formative years of Malayalam literature.

A translation of sorts, though entirely inadequate--

That cute darling child Govinda, one day, climbed the laps of his mother, that excellent woman, Yasodha. Krishna for a little while had left the company of his little elder brother Balarama.

The mother’s heart brimmed with affection for her little boy. She cuddled him, held him close to her bosom, and covered him with kisses.

She fed him with her breast milk and made him happy.

The child, who is actually the one pervades of the whole universe, told his mother

Mother, I want to go to the jungle and play with a lot of boys (32 in number) who are all of my age.

They are waiting. I want to go just now.

The mother said. Oh my tiny darling, the sun is up and he is scorching us as if he is showering heat straight on us. How can you go?

The boy replied. Mother, sweet mother, do not stop me.

When I leave for playing in the jungle, I will get hungry.

So prepare for me two balls of cooked rice-- with your affection added—do mix the rice with fresh curd and newly cleared ghee, and keep chips made of plantain wafers on the surface of the balls of rice. Then mom, please give me my flute too.

Telling this in a very enticing tone, and rhythmically shaking his beautiful tiny body, the boy convinced his mother, got what he wanted and set out to the jungle for playing and feasting with his fellow tiny tots..

Beautiful imagery- translation will not do- we have to read the original-and enjoy each word-each word soaked in the sweetness of Krishna’s love for his mother and her love for the boy..