Krishna In The Cradle

Yasoda lulling Hari to sleep,

Shaking the cradle, cuddling and fondling,

Singing to Him a song.

My darling is

Why doesn't sleep come along?

Come sleep, come

Kanha for you does long.

Sometimes He closes His

Sometimes His lips are aflutter.

Thinking He has fallen

Yasoda stops her singing.

Awake still,

He's up

Enjoying Yasoda's song.

Such joy as Yasoda

Is unattainable to the gods.

Translated by:

Kalaivani Retnavellu