ho o o
naache re naache re naache re naache re naache
raadhaa naache sakhiyaan naache re
gopiyaan naache kanhaiyaa ke gaanv me
bhar bhar kar bijaliyaan paanv me
ho naache re naache re naache re naache re naache
raadhaa naache sakhiyaan naache re
gopiyaan naache kanhaiyaa ke gaanv me
bhar bhar kar bijaliyaan paanv me
ho naache re naache re naache re naache re naache
radhaa naache

chapal chapal charan waali sundar sukumaariyaan
aisi lagi jaise ho khilati phulawaariyaan
chapal chapal charan waali sundar sukumaariyaan
aisi lagi jaise ho khilati phulawaariyaan
o jhum rahi hai daaye baaye
chamachamaati chachalaaye
ang ang nikhar rahaa
prem rag bikhar rahaa
kagan bole khanan khanan
jhaanjhan bole jhanan jhanan
goriyaan naache matak matak
komal baanhe jhatak jhatak
o bhar gaui lachak nayi lataao me
ud rahi hai chunariyaan hawaao me
ho naache re naache re naache re naache re naache
raadhaa naache sakhiyaan naache re
gopiyaan naache kanhaiyaa ke gaanv me
bhar bhar kar bijaliyaan paanv me
ho naache re naache re naache re naache re naache
raadhaa naache

Oh, oh, oh...
Dance, they dance, they dance, they dance, they dance,
Radha dances, her friends dance too,
The milkmaids dance in Krishna's village,
With lightning filling their every footstep.
Oh, dance, they dance, they dance, they dance, they dance,
Radha dances, her friends dance too,
The milkmaids dance in Krishna's village,
With lightning filling their every footstep.
Oh, dance, they dance, they dance, they dance, they dance,
Radha dances.

Fleet feet on the ground, fair and tender maidens,
They bloom like a garden of blossoming flowers.
Fleet feet on the ground, fair and tender maidens,
They bloom like a garden of blossoming flowers.
They sway, they swing,
Glittering, playful,
Every limb radiates,
The color of love is spreading.
Bangles chime, *khanan, khanan*,
Anklets sing, *jhanan, jhanan*,
The fair ones dance with playful sway,
Their soft arms moving, with playful shake.
Oh, a new bend in the swaying vines,
Their veils fly in the wind.
Oh, dance, they dance, they dance, they dance, they dance,
Radha dances, her friends dance too,
The milkmaids dance in Krishna's village,
With lightning filling their every footstep.
Oh, dance, they dance, they dance, they dance, they dance,
Radha dances.