kaanhaa bajay basari aur gwaale bajay manjire
ho gopiyaan naache chhumak chhum
kaanha bajaye bansari aur gwaale bajaye manjire
ho gopiya naache chhumak chhum
kaanha bajaye bansari aur gwaale bajaye manjire
ho gopiya naache chhumak chhum
kaanha bajaye bansari aur gwaale bajaye manjire
ho gopiyaan naache chhumak chhum

gore-gore haatho me kagana khanke
kaganaa khankeho kagana khanke
gore-gore haatho me kagana khanke
chanchal paanvo me dekho paijaniya chhanke
paijaniya chhanke
ho paijaniya chhanke
dholak dhamak bole jhaajh bhi jhamak bole
dholak dhamak bole jhaajh bhi jhamak bole
dhum machi hai dhum machi hai jamuna tire
ho gopiya naache chhumak chhum
kaanha bajaye bansari aur gwaale bajaye manjire
ho gopiyaan naache chhumak chhum
kaanha bajaye bansari aur gwaale bajaye manjire
ho gopiya naache chhumak chhum

na tan ka dhyan raha na man ka dhyaan re
na man ka dhyan re na man ka dhyan re
aaj sabhi sundariya bhuli hai bhaan re
bhuli hai bhaan re bhuli hai bhaan re
sakhiyo ke sang sang thanak rahi hai mridang
pulakit hai ang ang man me uchhale tarang
jhum jhum kaaminiya aisi hui baavali
jhum jhum kaaminiya aisi hui baavali
baalo ki lat ulajhi re
ho gopiya naache chhumak chhum
kaanha bajaye basari aur gwaale bajaye manjire
ho gopiyaan naache chhumak chhum
kaanhaa bajaye basari aur gwaale bajaye manjire
ho gopiya naache chhumak chhum

chhaya vrindavan me aaj ajab rang hai
aaj ajab rang hai ji aaj ajab rang hai
chhaya vrindavan me aaj ajab rang hai
dharati chakraa rahi hai aasman dang hai
aasman dang hai ji aasmaan dang hai
kaisa hai ye kamaal daso dishaye nihal
jamuna deti hai taal udne lagi vaighmal
jhukane lagi daal daal tham gai pawan ki chal
baarah ghodo vaala suraj kaa rath bhi
baarah ghodo vaala suraj kaa rath bhi
chalne laga re dhire dhire
ho gopiyaan naache chhumak chhum
kaanhaa bajay basari aur gwaale bajay manjire
ho gopiya naache chhumak chhum
kaanhaa bajay basari aur gwaale bajay manjire
ho gopiya naache chhumak chhum
kaanhaa bajay basari aur gwaale bajay manjire
ho gopiyaan naache chhumak chhum
kaanhaa bajay basari aur gwaale bajay manjire
ho gopiyaan naache chhumak chhum

Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.

Upon fair hands, the bangles chime,
the bangles chime, oh, the bangles chime!
Upon fair hands, the bangles chime,
in restless feet, the anklets ring,
the anklets ring,
oh, the anklets ring!
The drum resounds, the cymbals clash,
the drum resounds, the cymbals clash,
a joyous frenzy on the Jamuna's shore.
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.

No thought of self, nor care of mind,
nor care of mind, nor care of mind,
today the fair ones have lost their sense,
have lost their sense, have lost their sense!
With their companions, the drums resound,
every limb rejoices, waves leap in the heart,
Swinging, swaying, the women are wild,
Swinging, swaying, the women are wild,
their hair's tresses tangled,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.

In Vrindavan, a wondrous hue descends,
a wondrous hue, yes, a wondrous hue!
In Vrindavan, a wondrous hue descends,
the earth spins, the sky is amazed,
the sky is amazed, yes, the sky is amazed!
What marvel is this? The ten directions are blessed,
the Jamuna keeps the beat, and clouds begin to fly,
every branch begins to bend, and the wind stills its breath,
even the sun's chariot, drawn by twelve horses,
even the sun's chariot, drawn by twelve horses,
begins to move so slowly,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.
Krishna breathes his flute, the herdsmen strike their cymbals,
and the milkmaids dance in joyous whirls.