'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
