Awake O! Prince Of Braj

Awake,

Krishna, awake the lotus-petals open the water-lilies droop the bumblebees have left the creepers cocks crow, and birds chirp on the trees.

The cows are in the byre lowing; they run after their calves; the moon fades before the sun.

Men and women arise and joyfully sing their songs;

Krishna, of hands lotus-like awake, for the day is about to dawn.

Translated by:

Kalaivani Retnavellu