O Hari, 'tis morn, awake, there's water in the jar for you to wash your face
no need to hurry there's plenty of time.
I'll bring you whatever you like
for your breakfast- dried fruits, butter, honey and bread.
Says Suradasa, Yashoda's heart overflows with joy
when her gaze alights on her darling boy.
Hearing his mother's words with love drenched
the Lord of Mercy arose from his bed;
the world's woes vanished,
maya's net was rent.