There is scanty information about the life of Sant Surdas, (The dates of his date and birth are not really very clear), the medieval poet-singer of Br ..
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Yasoda lulling Hari to sleep, Shaking the cradle, cuddling and fondling, Singing to Him a song. My darling is sleepy Why doesn't sleep come along? Come sleep, come quickly Kanha for you does long. Sometimes He closes His eyes Sometimes His lips are aflutter. Thinking He has fallen asleep Yasoda stops her singing. Awake still, He's up suddenly Enjoying Yasoda's song. Such joy as Yasoda feels Is unattainable to the gods.
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Krishna In The Cradle by Sant Surdas