are gokul ki galiyo ne dekhi, are kanha teri lila nyari
are nanha kanha, chota kanha dikhta hai bhol bada
par chutkiyo me asma se chand hai leke uda
are apna kanha chota kanha dheere se howe bada
uski in sararato me raj hai ghahra chupa
are ho are ho hamne dekhi sabne dekhi, chhin nak chhin chhin
are kanha teri lila nyari chhin nak chhin chhin
are ankhe bachake sabse chhupake, makhan churane do
ae gaiya charake, sabko nachake bansi bajane do
dhin tanana dhin tanana dhin tanana na
dhin tanana dhin tanana dhin tanana na

sawala salona hai wo, hirniyo ka chhona hai wo
morpankh sar pe hai, uske jada
gopiyo ki matki fode, papiyo ka dam tode
is nagar har ghar ko, hai sukh se bhara
bansi baje dekho, bansi baje re
radha nache dekho, radha nachhe re
are gokul ki galiyo ne dekhi, chhin nak chhin chhin
are aankhe bachake sabse chhupake, makhan churane do
are kanha teri lila nyari, chhin nak chhin chhin
are ankhe bachake sabse chhupake, makhan churane do
ae gaiya charake, sabko nachake bansi bajane do

isme dagkar bolo kitni chitiya
hathi ke chiti apna kanha, kisi se bhi na hai dara
kanha dekho khilkhilaye, maa yasoda muskuraye
jag sara nanhe se mukh me bhara
bansi baje dekho, bansi baje re
radha nache dekho, radha nachhe re
are gokul ki galiyo ne dekhi, chhin nak chhin chhin
are kanha teri lila nyari chhin nak chhin chhin
are nanha kanha, chota kanha dikhta hai bhol bada
par chutkiyo me asmaa se chand hai leke uda

The lanes of Gokul witnessed, O Krishna, your mystic play.
A babe, a child, he seems so small, yet speaks with wisdom's sway.
In moments, the heavens, Krishna, slowly begin to grow.
Our very own Krishna, slowly begins to grow.
A profound secret is hidden deep within these pranks of his.
We have seen, all have seen, again and again.
O Krishna, your mystic play, again and again.
Let him steal butter, hidden from all eyes.
Let him graze the cows, dance for all, and play his flute of skies.
Dhin Tanana Dhin Tanana Dhin Tanana Na
Dhin Tanana Dhin Tanana Dhin Tanana Na

Dark and beautiful, he is the fawn of the deer.
A peacock feather upon his head, a jewel so near.
He breaks the milkmaids' pots, breaks the wicked with his might.
He fills every home in this town with pure delight.
Behold the flute that plays, behold the flute that plays.
Behold Radha dancing, behold Radha dancing.
The lanes of Gokul witnessed, again and again.
O Krishna, your mystic play, again and again.
Let him steal butter, hidden from all eyes.
Let him graze the cows, dance for all, and play his flute of skies.

With the letters of the world, he has stained them all.
Krishna, though an ant, fears no fall.
See Krishna laughing, Mother Yashoda smiles,
The whole world reflected in his youthful wiles.
Behold the flute that plays, behold the flute that plays.
Behold Radha dancing, behold Radha dancing.
The lanes of Gokul witnessed, again and again.
O Krishna, your mystic play, again and again.
A babe, a child, he seems so small, yet speaks with wisdom's sway.
Yet in a moment, he steals the moon from the sky away.