chahe jitna tu sata phir bhi tujhe chahungi
jaan jaye ke rahe aur nahi manugi
nand ka lala o nand ka lala nand ka lala o nand gopala
nand ka lala o murli wala ho nand ka lala ho
kaise natkhat se pada mera pala
ho kaise natkhat se pada mera pala
ho pala mujhe kaisi musibat me dala
re dala nand ka lala o nand ka lala
nand ka lala o nand gopala
nand ka lala o murli wala ho nand ka lala

din rat karti hu din rat karti hu mai teri puja
mera nahi koi bhagwan duja
tune mera hal phir bhi na pucha phir bhi na pucha
tere karan tere karan ho tere karan sambhali maine mala
mala mujhe kaisi musibat me dala re dala
nand ka lala o nand ka lala nand ka lala o nand gopala
nand ka lala o murli wala ho nand ka lala ho

aaja radha paat nihare kab se aaja
o ho na ja tadpu sanjh sakare ab to na ja
sun karishan knahiya mere bansi bajaiya
mujhe par laga de meri tham le baiya
mere samne aaja jiya thamne aaja
aaja aaja aaja tu aaja aaja kaha hai gopala gopala
mujhe kaisi mushibat me dala
re dala nand ka lala o nand ka lala
nand ka lala o nand gopala nand ka lala o murli wala
ho nand ka lala kaise natkhat se pada mera pala
ho kaise natkhat se pada mera pala
ho pala mujhe kaisi musibat me dala

Though you wound, my love will never cease,
Though life departs, my faith finds its release.
Nand's darling boy, O Nand's beloved son,
Nand's darling boy, the flute's sweet one,
My heart entangled, by mischievous art,
This playful hand, has captured my heart.
How in this plight, my fate has cast me down,
Nand's darling boy, in this bewildering town.
Nand's darling boy, O Nand's beloved son,
Nand's darling boy, the flute's sweet one.

Night and day, I offer you my prayer,
No other God, in my heart will share.
You see my plight, yet still you turn away,
Because of you, my rosary I pray.
How in this plight, my fate has cast me down,
Nand's darling boy, in this bewildering town.
Nand's darling boy, O Nand's beloved son,
Nand's darling boy, the flute's sweet one.

Come, Radha waits, with longing eyes,
Do not depart, when evening skies arise.
Hear me, Krishna, player of the flute's sweet tune,
Embrace me, hold me, beneath the moon.
Come, appear before me, take my soul in hold,
Where are you, Gopala, stories to be told?
How in this plight, my fate has cast me down,
Nand's darling boy, in this bewildering town.
Nand's darling boy, O Nand's beloved son,
Nand's darling boy, the flute's sweet one,
My heart entangled, by mischievous art,
This playful hand, has captured my heart.
How in this plight, my fate has cast me down.