The Welcome Of The Women Of Braj

'Tis morn,

O Krishna, awake, all the pretty young milkmaids are calling for you; arise O Braj's prince,

The sun is up in the sky, the moon pales, the tender tamala trees are in full bloom .

The women of Braj have stringed a garland of flowers of many kinds and wait to greet you.

Arise dear child, wash your face and have your breakfast,

O my heart's delight!

Says Sura, my Lord of large lotus-like eyes is the abode of bliss that never abates.

Translated by:

Kalaivani Retnavellu