jago brij ke vasi jago ghansham
jago brij ke vasi jago ghansham
ban upwan mrig pakshi jage jagi pushp lataye
swar murli ke abhu na jage abhilashi kit jaye
naynan ke pat kholo murari bahu ki nu vishram
jago brij ke vasi jago ghansham

vayu ne sur mangal cheda mithe swar lahraye
usha ke sundar naynan me ek asha muskaye
jin sapno ki maya jhuthi wo sapne kis kaam
jago brij ke vasi jago ghansham

gwal baal sab dwar hai thare chhod ke sagre kaz
makhan leke khadi hai mata uth baitho brij raj
ravi kirne parithvi ko chume le tumhro hi naam
jago brij ke vasi jago ghansham jago

Arise, dwellers of Vrindavan, arise, dark cloud,
Arise, dwellers of Vrindavan, arise, dark cloud.

The forests awake, the deer, the birds take flight,
Petals unfurl, bathed in the morning light.
The flute's call echoes, yet where do desires roam?
Open your eyes, Murari, from your slumber, come home.
Rest not in the shadows, dear one, cast aside the sham.
Arise, dwellers of Vrindavan, arise, dark cloud.

The wind has begun its auspicious song, sweet and low,
Hope blooms within the dawn's beautiful glow.
What use are the dreams that fade, illusions that deceive?
Awake, and in this truth, believe.
Leave behind the hollow claims that seek to maim.
Arise, dwellers of Vrindavan, arise, dark cloud.

The cowherds gather, abandoning all else they do,
Mother stands waiting, with butter meant for you.
Rise, O King of Vrindavan, and claim your regal station.
The sun's rays kiss the earth, whispering your adoration.
The world repeats your name, a sacred flame.
Arise, dwellers of Vrindavan, arise, dark cloud, arise.