Day 2:

A slumber broken
I cast a lone gaze around.
The enchanting figure you are
makes my heart still,
And just like your beloved gopis of Vraja
who stood still like stones,
When your flute called their souls,
I lay still as a statue
mesmerized
at your silent call of the dawn.

The waters crash at the shore,
And amidst treacherous waves of the ocean
Do these thirsty eyes glance at the
Goddess of Prosperity's Beloved
who eternally rests on a serpent bed.

           .・。.・゜✭・✿.・✫・゜・。.