aaha le gayi o jiya le gayi aaha le gayi o jiya le gayi
chhavi sundar salone gopal ki
o man bhaye surat nandlal ki
aaha le gayi o jiya le gayi chhavi sundar salone gopal ki
o man bhaye surat nandlal ki aaha le gayi

kunj van me vo bansi bajaye re mohe karke ishare bulaye re
o khenchi jau mai chanchal ptang si
jaise chahe vo mujhko nachaye re
kuch na puchhe koi sabki halat vahi
bhed uski gayi hal chal ki aaha le gayi
chhavi sundar salone gopal ki o man bhaye surat nandlal ki
aaha le gayi o jiya le gayi chhavi sundar salone gopal ki
o man bhaye surat nandlal ki aaha le gayi

bad gayi biraj me makhan choriya
duhd wale se ho zorazoriya
chij harne ko hardi ke nand ka
janam jamna ke utre na boriya
chand unka jale unki lila chale
yaad jag me gawal gawal ki aaha le gayi o jiya le gayi
chhavi sundar salone gopal ki o man bhaye surat nandlal ki
aaha le gayi o jiya le gayi chhavi sundar salone gopal ki
o man bhaye surat nandlal ki aaha le gayi

sadke jadu hai uski muskan me
mohani mantar murli ki tan me
mal tute machal jaye malini
hans ke sab kuch vo kahta hai kan me
jab uski bansi baje dhum jag me mache
uski murli ki dhun hai kamal ki
aaha le gayi o jiya le gayi
chhavi sundar salone gopal ki
o man bhaye surat nandlal ki
aaha le gayi o jiya le gayi chhavi sundar salone gopal ki
o man bhaye surat nandlal ki aaha le gayi

She stole it, she took my heart, she stole it away.
The beautiful image of the Gopal, so fair.
Oh, the heart is enthralled by Nandlal's grace.
She stole it, she took my heart, she stole it away.

In the grove, he plays his flute, beckoning me with a glance.
I am drawn like a kite, restless and free.
He makes me dance as he wills, it's his dance.
No one questions, all surrender to his decree.
Secrets of his movements, she stole it away.
The beautiful image of the Gopal, so fair.
Oh, the heart is enthralled by Nandlal's grace.
She stole it, she took my heart, she stole it away.

He stole butter, mischievous in Vrindavan's embrace.
He wrestled with the milkmaids, a playful chase.
To steal every treasure, the son of Nanda came.
His birth, his play descended on the Yamuna's flow.
The moon itself is consumed, his play goes on.
Songs of his memory, she stole it away.
The beautiful image of the Gopal, so fair.
Oh, the heart is enthralled by Nandlal's grace.
She stole it, she took my heart, she stole it away.

A spell resides within his smile, so bright.
Enchantment woven in the flute's sweet song.
Sorrow fades, the heart leaps with delight.
He whispers all to me, where I belong.
When his flute echoes, the world is alight.
His melody's magic, she stole it away.
The beautiful image of the Gopal, so fair.
Oh, the heart is enthralled by Nandlal's grace.
She stole it, she took my heart, she stole it away.