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.
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