Krishna awake, for the day has dawned: <br />large, deep and lotus-like, <br />your eyes are as in the love-shaped lake <br />a pair of swans even a million Kamadevas cannot vie <br />with the bewitching beauty of your face; <br />the sun rises in the east, <br />a crimson ball the night is going <br />and the moonlight pales <br />the lamps turn dim <br />and the stars fade out <br />as though the bright radiance of wisdom's rays <br />dispels the pleasures that the senses tire, <br />and the light of hope chases away <br />the murky darkness of despair and doubt. <br /> <br />Listen, the birds sing <br />aloud with glee O sweet child, <br />life of my life, <br />my sole wealth, <br />O darling boy, <br />bards and minstrels <br />sing your praises, <br />saying 'victory! victory!' <br /> <br />Clusters of lotuses burst into bloom <br />the bumblebees humming with sweet sound <br />leave the lotuses; <br />as though the devout renouncing worldly ties, <br />in your love drowned <br />chant your name as they go about. <br /> <br />Hearing his mother's words with love <br />drenched the Lord of Mercy arose from his bed; <br />the world's woes vanished, <br />maya's net was rent. <br /> <br />Says Suradasa, <br />'Seeing his lotus face delusion fled; <br />all doubts and dualities were destroyed and I found in Govinda eternal joy.<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/krishna-awakes/
