The Invigorating Dawn
Awake, O Krishna awake,
the night has gone arise,
no longer laze breathe the pure air of early morn;
the cowherd-lads come and gaze at you,
and seeing you asleep,
depart as swarms of bumblebees
fly from the lotus clusters.
O darling boy,
dark as the tamala,
if you don't believe me,
open your large eyes
and see for yourself.
poem by Sant Surdas
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