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.
Kindly make available all the poems of Surdas in the original Braj language. the script may be English if required.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breakfast is a very fantastic poem