Narsinh Mehta

(1414? – 1481? / Talaja, Bhavnagar, Gujarat / India)

Always Up To Some Prank


Always up to some prank, this mischievous little Govindji over there
It's always I who has to suffer!
As this little cowherd foolishly totters, the girl becomes fervid!
Always up to some prank, this mischievous little Govindji over there
It's always I who has to suffer!

‘Kum now yoo, vow eye doo', if you can't speak properly why do you babble like this?
Says Narsaiyyo, stop all these childish pranks, just take us to your place, and enjoy us!
Always up to some prank, this mischievous little Govindji over there
It's always I who has to suffer!

Submitted: Saturday, June 30, 2012
Edited: Saturday, June 30, 2012

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