मैया कबहुँ बढ़ैगी चोटी।
किती बेर मोहि दूध पियत भइ यह अजहूँ है छोटी॥
तू जो कहति बल की बेनी ज्यों ह्वै है लाँबी मोटी।
काढ़त गुहत न्हवावत जैहै नागिन-सी भुइँ लोटी॥
काचो दूध पियावति पचि पचि देति न माखन रोटी।
सूरदास त्रिभुवन मनमोहन हरि हलधर की जोटी॥
Maiya kabahun badhaigi choti,
kiti ber mohi dudh piyat bhai yah ajahun hai chhoti.
Tu jo kahati Bal ki beni jyon hvai hai lanbi moti,
kadhat guhat nhavavat jaihai nagin-si bhuin loti.
Kacho dudh piyavati pachi pachi deti na makhan roti,
Surdas tribhuvan manmohan Hari Haladhar ki joti.
Meaning
“Mother, when will my plait grow? I have been drinking milk for so long, and it is still small.
You said it would grow long and thick like Balarama’s plait, and that as you combed, braided and washed it, it would reach the ground like a snake.
You keep making me drink raw milk, and you won’t give me butter and roti.” Surdas says: the pair of Hari and Haladhar charms the three worlds.
About this bhajan
Yashoda has bribed her son to drink his milk with a promise: it will make your choti grow like Dau’s. Now he has caught her out. Surdas draws a child’s grievance so exactly, the sum of glasses drunk, the measuring against an older brother, that mothers in Braj still sing it while plaiting a little boy’s hair. It belongs to the same Sursagar balleela cycle as “Maiya main nahin makhan khayo”.
Sursagar, Dasham Skandh (balleela), raga Ramkali; text as on Kavita Kosh