Yasoda lulling Hari to sleep, <br />Shaking the cradle, cuddling and fondling, <br />Singing to Him a song. <br />My darling is sleepy <br />Why doesn't sleep come along? <br />Come sleep, come quickly <br />Kanha for you does long. <br />Sometimes He closes His eyes <br />Sometimes His lips are aflutter. <br />Thinking He has fallen asleep <br />Yasoda stops her singing. <br />Awake still, He's up suddenly <br />Enjoying Yasoda's song. <br />Such joy as Yasoda feels <br />Is unattainable to the gods.<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/krishna-in-the-cradle/
