Be Still, Be Still, O Moon, Do Not Make The Dawn Yet

Be still, be still, O moon, do not make the dawn yet,
The life of my life has come to my home!
It is after hundreds of millions of lives of penance,
That I have attained my Vitthal, my love!
Be still, be still, O moon, do not make the dawn yet,
The life of my life has come to my home!

The chatak sweetly sings, `pee yoo! pee yoo! ‘ and cuckoo too sings in honeyed notes,
I implore you O rooster, herald not the break of the day!
Be still, be still, O moon, do not make the dawn yet,
The life of my life has come to my home!

The moon adorns the moonlight like a tree adorning the entwined creeper,
And just as the earthen pots adorn the swan-gaited maids,
Govind adorns the milk-white girls.
Be still, be still, O moon, do not make the dawn yet,
The life of my life has come to my home!

The sea is adorned by the surging waves;
The waves are adorned by the wavelets,
And gopis adorn our Govind!
It is pleasing for Narsinh to attain his lord
And for the gopi to adorn Govind!
Be still, be still, O moon, do not make the dawn yet,
The life of my life has come to my home!