In the stillness of a moonlit night,
When stars were shining soft and bright,
A whisper spread through skies and land,
A Savior came with gentle hand.
In Mathura’s dark and lonely cell,
Where fear and pain began to dwell,
Devaki wept, her soul in prayer,
Awaiting hope in poisoned air.
Then came the cry, so soft, divine,
A baby born to end the line—
Of evil kings and tyrant rule,
A child who’d make the wicked fool.
The chains fell off, the doors swung wide,
Vasudev walked with God beside.
Through Yamuna’s flood and thunder loud,
He carried love beneath a shroud.
The serpent spread his hood with grace,
The stars looked down upon his face.
And in the arms of Nanda’s queen,
The Lord of Worlds could now be seen.
In Gokul’s fields, with joy and light,
The skies turned blue, the cows danced bright.
With buttered hands and twinkling eyes,
He played beneath the open skies.
He danced with Radha, pure and true,
Beneath the trees of sacred hue.
The flute he played could calm the wind,
And cleanse the hearts of every sin.
He lifted Govardhan with ease,
He made the storm and lightning cease.
He spoke of love, of dharma’s path,
And quelled the demons of their wrath.
Oh Krishna, child with lotus feet,
Your smile is tender, calm, and sweet.
You came to show the world the way,
To turn the darkest night to day.
So every year, when stars appear,
We sing your name, we hold you near.
With dahi-handi, songs, and light,
We honor you on this blessed night.
Janmashtami is more than lore,
It’s love that lives forevermore.
For Krishna lives in hearts so deep,
In every dream, in every sleep.