Inscription Translation
[[recto, in upper margin]] Mommy, come on, make me grow a little. Then, when I'm big, I'll do my duty—kill off every enemy. Milk, curds, butter, sweets, dried fruits—give them all to me when I ask. Otherwise how can I rule the wrestling ring, hit the king and drag him away? How can I get stronger than anybody else, so no one is my equal? Surdas says, I swear it by my life: I'll sit on the throne of Mathura. It's mine!