Yashoda was enraptured
To see his face
Blooming as a lotus that captures
The rising sun’s first rays
Taking off the coverlet
She said, awake, darling boy, awake,
Your loveliness makes me swoon
Your bewitching face is like the full moon
Seen through the sea’s foam
When it was churned for nectar.
He for whom the shrutis say ‘not this not this’
Whose name is chanted by Brahma, Shesha and Shiva
That formless Brahma has taken birth
In Brij, in human form, so it is heard.