Written on good Friday, this is a lullaby shocked mother of the divine child is singing to her son in a state of denial of his condition. This can also be interpreted as Yasodha singing for Krishna in ecstasy.
I sing a lullaby for you to sleep well
As your mother O' my son wonderful
Bright and hot Sun is behind the hill
smiley white moonlight is ready to spill
wind blowing mild is bringing some chill
all these are trying to help you sleep still
Too tired you are to remove the crown
bruises from it are turning red to brown
Don't move a bit while you lie down
blowing air with my mouth I will cool them down
all along you have been a man of strong will
all of us you have been leading uphill
all alone you has been braving evil and
all at once you are famished and still
silently all men and women are here waiting for
you to open your eyes in the morning and
show the path right they will be following and
ward off all the evil with faith unnerving
This has been set to music for singing (Alto/Soprano) and sheet music for voice with piano accompaniment is available on request.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem