Krishna In The Cradle

Yasoda lulling Hari to sleep,

Shaking the cradle, cuddling and fondling,

Singing to Him a song.

My darling is sleepy

Why doesn't sleep come along?

Come sleep, come quickly

Kanha for you does long.

Sometimes He closes His eyes

Sometimes His lips are aflutter.

Thinking He has fallen asleep

Yasoda stops her singing.

Awake still, He's up suddenly

Enjoying Yasoda's song.

Such joy as Yasoda feels

Is unattainable to the gods.

Translated by: Kalaivani Retnavellu