nandlala gopala, nandlala gopala
nandlala baal gopala, manmohan murli wala
nandlala baal gopala, manmohan murli wala
ho prati pal gwal gopal, manmohan murli wala
prati pal gwal gopal, manmohan murli wala
govind girdhari ho brij ke banwari ho
govind girdhari ho brij ke banwari ho

teri isht dhara pe aaj chhaya andhkar hain
prkash ho prkash har taraf yahi pukar hain
ghataye pap ki giri, dharam ka prchar hain
ho geet ke rachaiya aaj tera intejar hain
nandlala baal gopala, manmohan murli wala
nandlala baal gopala, manmohan murli wala
govind girdhari ho brij ke banwari ho
govind girdhari ho brij ke banwari ho

bachaya tha tumhi ne desh, dhvansh karke kansh ko
dhvansh karke kansh ko
mitaya ram banke tumne, raakshso ke vansh ko
raakshso ke vansh ko
ho ram krishn aaj fir, tumhara kam aa pada
tumhara kaam aa pada
indr rup leke ake, shatru sar pe aa khada
shatru sar pe aa khada
nandlala baal gopala, manmohan murli wala
nandlala baal gopala, manmohan murli wala
govind girdhari ho brij ke banwari ho
govind girdhari ho brij ke banwari ho

ham to sans sans me ratate gopala gopala
gopala gopala
ek shabd nahi bol raha, kya muh pe laga hain tala
kya muh pe laga hain tala
jhutha tera naam are, sab teri kathaye jhuthi
teri naam ki dori bchana ye tuti o tuti
bchana ye tuti o tuti, bchana ye tuti o tuti
nandlala baal gopala, manmohan murli wala
nandlala baal gopala, manmohan murli wala
govind girdhari ho brij ke banwari ho
govind girdhari ho brij ke banwari ho

Little Krishna, Cowherd's Son, Little Krishna, Cowherd's Son,
Beloved Krishna, Flute Player, Charming Lord, Flute Player.
Each moment, the cowherds, the Lord, charming the flute's tone,
Each moment, the cowherds, the Lord, charming the flute's tone.
Govinda, lifter of mountains, you of the groves of Vrindavan,
Govinda, lifter of mountains, you of the groves of Vrindavan.

Darkness descends upon your beloved land today,
And light, only light, is the cry that sweeps the way.
The clouds of sin have gathered, dharma's call rings clear,
O Poet of songs, your coming is what we hold so dear.
Little Krishna, Cowherd's Son, Flute Player, Charming Lord,
Little Krishna, Cowherd's Son, Flute Player, Charming Lord.
Govinda, lifter of mountains, you of the groves of Vrindavan,
Govinda, lifter of mountains, you of the groves of Vrindavan.

You saved this land, vanquishing Kansa's reign,
Vanquishing Kansa's reign.
As Rama, you destroyed the demons' stain,
The demons' stain.
O Rama, Krishna, now your work we crave,
Your work we crave.
Like Indra, the foe upon our heads we have,
Upon our heads we have.
Little Krishna, Cowherd's Son, Flute Player, Charming Lord,
Little Krishna, Cowherd's Son, Flute Player, Charming Lord.
Govinda, lifter of mountains, you of the groves of Vrindavan,
Govinda, lifter of mountains, you of the groves of Vrindavan.

With every breath, we chant, "Govinda, Govinda,"
Govinda, Govinda.
A word escapes not, why is silence here to find?
Why is silence here to find?
False is your name, your stories are as dust,
The thread of your name, is breaking, it must,
Is breaking, it must, is breaking, it must.
Little Krishna, Cowherd's Son, Flute Player, Charming Lord,
Little Krishna, Cowherd's Son, Flute Player, Charming Lord.
Govinda, lifter of mountains, you of the groves of Vrindavan,
Govinda, lifter of mountains, you of the groves of Vrindavan.