The young lass
Now wakes up the blessed ones
To whom Lord ‘ Krishna ‘ was born.
‘Oh Nandaopar, the noble one,
You gave us virtues
Attired our bodily beings
Gave us food to feed
And water to quench our thirst
Arise, to you I appeal.
And also our queen
Who is the kindled lamp
Of the cowherd clan, Oh Yashoda,
Realize and wake up, I appeal.
The king of the Kings
Who pierced the zenith of space
To gauge
Its depth, the three realms of life
May you undo your rest please.
Oh the one
Born with Him
Golden anklets adorn whose feet
‘Baldeva’ along with your brother’ Krishna’ so dear
May you wake up from your sleep.
2009 Srirangam Andal Alankaaram
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