hum gwal baal gopal hai
hum gwal baal gopal hai
hum gwal baal gopal hai
ham bhart maa ke laal hai
bansi najyiya gayiya charyiya
kashan kanhaiya laal hai
hum gwal baal gopal hai
ham bhart maa ke laal hai

murili si mithi dhun
chalte mastani chaal hai
murili si mithi dhun
chalte mastani chaal hai
ham gwal baal gopal hai
bansi najyiya gayiya charyiya
kashan kanhaiya laal hai
hum gwal baal gopal hai
ham bhart maa ke laal hai

leke bansuriya leke bansuriya
sundar ras rachate sundar ras rachate
roke dagriya chhin gagriya
makhan mishri khate makhan mishri khate
jhum jhum kar ham matwale
mohan ke gun gaate
bansi najyiya gayiya charyiya
kashan kanhaiya laal hai
hum gwal baal gopal hai
ham bhart maa ke laal hai

We are the cowherd boys, we are Gopal's kin,
We are the cowherd boys, from within.
We are the cowherd boys, Gopal's pride,
We are the sons of India, side by side.
Flute-player, cow-herder, a life so free,
Krishna, the darling, a crimson decree.
We are the cowherd boys, we are Gopal's kin,
We are the sons of India, from within.

A melody as sweet as the flute's soft call,
We walk with a majestic, playful thrall.
A melody as sweet as the flute's soft grace,
We walk with a dance in this sacred space.
We are the cowherd boys, we are Gopal's kin,
We are the sons of India, from within.
Flute-player, cow-herder, a life so free,
Krishna, the darling, a crimson decree.
We are the cowherd boys, we are Gopal's kin,
We are the sons of India, from within.

Taking the flute, taking the flute so dear,
We weave a beautiful dance, banishing all fear.
We stop the path, we steal the water-pot's gleam,
We feast on butter and cream.
Dancing, swaying, we're filled with delight,
Singing Mohan's praises, with all our might.
Flute-player, cow-herder, a life so free,
Krishna, the darling, a crimson decree.
We are the cowherd boys, we are Gopal's kin,
We are the sons of India, from within.