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.