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
