Awake, Krishna, 
awake the lotus-petals 
open the water-lilies droop 
the bumblebees have left 
the creepers cocks crow, 
and birds chirp on the trees. 
The cows are in the byre lowing; 
they run after their calves; 
the moon fades before the sun. 
Men and women arise 
and joyfully sing their songs; 
Krishna, of hands lotus-like awake, 
for the day is about to dawn.