At the sun slowly painting red-

The eastern horizon,

A new day has begun!

Let us go then, my dear ones,

To the grove where

The Dark-Skinned One smiles;

He is the beautiful baby

Of the doe-eyed Yashodha;

The one with the Powerful Spear

And a face as radiant as the moon;


Let me not listen

To the rustle of your silks

Or the tinkle of your anklets!

For all I want to hear,

Is the song of His Sweet name…

Don’t you want to see Him too,

And bask in His Eternal Love?


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