Parted nightlong from his beloved child <br />Nanda could no longer restrain himself <br />and lifting from his face the coverlet gazed upon it; <br />no more the night was oppressive: <br />the gods it seemed had churned the sea, <br />and through its foam the moon was seen resplendent in the sky." <br /> <br />Says Suradasa, the cowherd lads and maids learning that their beloved Krishna was awake forgot all else and ran to his bedside.<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nanda-beholds-krishna-s-face/
