makhan koi lakh chhupaye chor nayan se bach nahi paye
makhan koi lakh chhupaye chor nayan se bach nahi paye
khake chhod e gvalva aayo natkhat nandla
aayo natkhat nandla
aayo natkhat nandla
makhan koi lakh chhupaye chor nayan se bach nahi paye

panghat se paniharan aaye dekh bal galiyan me jaye
panghat se paniharan aaye dekh bal galiyan me jaye
matki ko na paye sambhal aayo natkhat nandla
aayo natkhat nandla
aayo natkhat nandla

yamuna tat par chhup ke aaye or gopiyan ke vastra churaye
yamuna tat par chhup ke aaye or gopiyan ke vastra churaye
maiya yashoda tero lal aayo natkhat nandla
aayo natkhat nandla
aayo natkhat nandla

makhan koi lakh chhupaye chor nayan se bach nahi paye
makhan koi lakh chhupaye chor nayan se bach nahi paye
khake chhod e gvalva aayo natkhat nandla
aayo natkhat nandla
aayo natkhat nandla
makhan koi lakh chhupaye chor nayan se bach nahi paye

Though butter hides in a thousand folds,
From thieving eyes, its secret unfolds.
Though butter hides, a thousand times concealed,
The rogue's gaze, its essence revealed.
Leaving the feast, the cowherd's delight,
Came, the playful one, in the fading light.
Came, the playful one, my heart's desire,
Came, the playful one, setting souls afire.
Though butter hides in a thousand folds,
From thieving eyes, its secret unfolds.

From the well, the water-bearers came,
Seeing the child, their hearts aflame.
Through the lanes, their journey's trace,
The pot forgot, in that tender space.
Came, the playful one, a mischievous art,
Came, the playful one, tearing worlds apart.
Came, the playful one, in playful grace,

Across the Yamuna, in shadows he crept,
And the garments of the milkmaids he swept.
Mother Yashoda, your son, so bold,
Came, the playful one, a story to be told.
Came, the playful one, my soul's decree,
Came, the playful one, eternally.

Though butter hides in a thousand folds,
From thieving eyes, its secret unfolds.
Though butter hides, a thousand times concealed,
The rogue's gaze, its essence revealed.
Leaving the feast, the cowherd's delight,
Came, the playful one, in the fading light.
Came, the playful one, my heart's desire,
Came, the playful one, setting souls afire.
Though butter hides in a thousand folds,
From thieving eyes, its secret unfolds.