aayi mohan milan ki bela, laga madhuban me kaisa mela
ho radha bhi nache mohan bhi nache, nache re gaw albela
aayi mohan milan ki bela, laga madhuban me kaisa mela
ho radha bhi nache mohan bhi nache, nache re gaw albela
aayi mohan milan ki bela

koi bajaye jhanjh jhama jham
koi bajaye jhanjh jhama jham, koi bajaye manjire
koi bajaye jhanjh jhama jham, koi bajaye manjire
radha ji ke pag me jhajhar, damak rahi dhire dhire
damak rahi dhire dhire
radha hai najuk jaise chameli, mohan hai kaise bela
aayi mohan milan ki bela
aayi mohan milan ki bela, laga madhuban me kaisa mela
ho radha bhi nache mohan bhi nache, nache re gaw albela
aayi mohan milan ki bela

baj rahi hai gwaliniyo ki, payaliya re chum chanan
baj rahi hai gwaliniyo ki, payaliya re chum chanan
upar chamke chand punam ka, niche nache vrindawan
niche nache vrindawan
ho niche nache vrindawan
ho bansi ke bat ke kalindi tat pe, laga hai kaisa jhamela
aayi mohan milan ki bela
aayi mohan milan ki bela, laga madhuban me kaisa mela
ho radha bhi nache mohan bhi nache, nache re gaw albela
aayi mohan milan ki bela

The hour of union, oh, how sweet,
A fair is born where honeyed blossoms meet.
Radha dances, Mohan dances too,
And the heart of the village sings anew.
The hour of union, oh, how sweet.

One strikes the cymbal, a shimmering sound,
Another the small bells that resound.
Radha's anklets, a gentle chime,
Sparkle softly, marking time.
Delicate as jasmine, Radha so fair,
Mohan, a garland, beyond compare.
The hour of union, oh, how sweet.

The milkmaids' anklets, a rhythmic beat,
Their dancing feet, a joyous feat.
Above them, the full moon's silver grace,
Below, Vrindavan, a holy space.
Upon the banks where the dark river flows,
A music rises, as the sweet flute blows.
The hour of union, oh, how sweet,
A fair is born where honeyed blossoms meet.
Radha dances, Mohan dances too,
And the heart of the village sings anew.
The hour of union, oh, how sweet.