Our darling baby is like a little doll of butter,
wiggling his/her hands and feet,
laughing with glee and joy.

His/Her fingers are like blossoms of champaka flowers.
The lustre of the celestial world is glowing in his/her eyes.
Plucking tender flowers from the forest,

the baby has arrived in a new land.

I will nurture him/her well.
I will help him/her to grow.
I will take him/her on my lap with love.