Awake, Krishna, <br />awake the lotus-petals <br />open the water-lilies droop <br />the bumblebees have left <br />the creepers cocks crow, <br />and birds chirp on the trees. <br />The cows are in the byre lowing; <br />they run after their calves; <br />the moon fades before the sun. <br />Men and women arise <br />and joyfully sing their songs; <br />Krishna, of hands lotus-like awake, <br />for the day is about to dawn.<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awake-o-prince-of-braj/
