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