In the stillness of a midnight sky,
When stars adorn the heavens high,
A gentle breeze, a whisper soft,
Announces the birth of the Lord aloft.
In a humble home, so pure, so bright,
The Divine takes form in the dead of night,
With eyes that sparkle like the morning dew,
And a smile that brings the world anew.
The flutes of Gokul begin to sing,
As peacocks dance and bells start to ring,
The moonlight bathes the sacred land,
As Krishna arrives, with blessings at hand.
In Vrindavan\'s groves, where flowers bloom,
His laughter chases away all gloom,
The cows and calves in fields of green,
Rejoice in the love of their eternal king.
With a feather of peacock on his crown,
And a heart that never lets us down,
He walks among us, unseen, yet near,
Filling our lives with love and cheer.
So on this night, we celebrate,
With joy and faith, we elevate,
Our prayers to him, our songs of praise,
In Krishna\'s love, forever we\'ll gaze.