are pikar do masti ke pyale tedi ho gai chaal
are prem ki dhun me bhul gaye hum kya sur hai kya taal
govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala
are govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala
are hamre mohalle me rahti hai bhaiya
are hamre mohalle me rahti hai bhaiya
chori ek gori si chanda ki chakori si
chori ek gori si chanda ki chakori si
are hamre mohalle me rahti hai bhaiya
chori ek gori si chanda ki chakori si
chori ek gori si chanda ki chakori si
govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala
are govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala

bholi si chitavan se le gai hai dil mera ho mera
govinda o diwane pyar ki bate jane re
bhang ke pyale aane de aane de
are ab uski khidki tale dala hai maine dera
hatho se dil nikal gya mai fisal gya
are chajje pe chamki bijuriya ram
hamre mohalle me rahti hai bhaiya
are hamre mohalle me rahti hai bhaiya
chori ek gori si chanda ki chakori si
chori ek gori si chanda ki chakori si
govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala
are govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala

yar mera muskaya phul khile basti me
govinda o matwale pyalo ko chalkaye ja
jhume ja lahraye ja gaye ja
dekh ke ye jhum utha man hamra masti me
ab ye ruh na tarsegi ke barsegi
are julfo ki kari badariya ram
hamre mohalle me rahti hai bhaiya
are hamre mohalle me rahti hai bhaiya
chori ek gori si chanda ki chakori si
chori ek gori si chanda ki chakori si
govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala
are govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala
govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala
are govinda gopala le pyala bhang wala

Drink deep the chalice, tilt the gait,
Lost in love's melody, we forget
The notes, the rhythm, the song's own art,
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.

In my lane resides, oh brother,
A maiden fair, a moon's own daughter,
Fair of face, a moonbeam bright,
In my lane resides, a vision of light.
Fair of face, a moonbeam bright.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.

Her innocent glance, a thief of hearts,
Govinda, the madman, knows love's arts,
Let the bhang's cup flow, let it flow,
Beneath her window, my soul now does go.
My heart escapes my grasp, I stumble now,
Lightning flashes on the eaves, somehow.
In my lane resides, oh brother,
A maiden fair, a moon's own daughter,
Fair of face, a moonbeam bright,
In my lane resides, a vision of light.
Fair of face, a moonbeam bright.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.

My beloved smiles, flowers bloom within,
Govinda, the joyous, let the goblets spin,
Dance now, sway now, sing your song,
Seeing this, my spirit is made strong.
Now this soul won't thirst, but rather pour,
Her locks, dark clouds that forevermore
In my lane resides, oh brother,
A maiden fair, a moon's own daughter,
Fair of face, a moonbeam bright,
In my lane resides, a vision of light.
Fair of face, a moonbeam bright.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.
Govinda Gopala, lift the cup, the bliss impart.