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.