Kaanji, Kaanji Is What Everyone Calls You Poem by Narsinh Mehta

Kaanji, Kaanji is what everyone calls you,
But we will only call you cowherd!
And if you unjustly accuse us,
We will go and stay at Mathura!
Kaanji, Kaanji is what everyone calls you,
But we will only call you cowherd!
You are only a kid, slurping at the buttermilk!
When we catch hold of your hand,
You are scared out of your wits!
Kaanji, Kaanji is what everyone calls you,
But we will only call you cowherd!
The one whom gods like Brahma and Shanker
And sages like Sukaji attempt to please,
Is tied to a mortar by his mother for stealing butter!
Kaanji, Kaanji is what everyone calls you,
But we will only call you cowherd!
Everybody in the world knows him as a cowherd among his cows,
It is great to attain Narsaiyya's Lord,
The complete and compassionate brahman!
Kaanji, Kaanji is what everyone calls you,
But we will only call you cowherd!