prabhu apni jhalak dikhao prabhu apni jhalak dikhao
mujhe adbhut rup dikhao
prabhu apni jhalak dikhao prabhu apni jhalak dikhao

jis rup ko dhyani dhyave jis rup ko dhyani dhyave
aur yogi yog lagave aur yogi yog lagave
jo jyoti biraje rut ye brij tum jyoti wahi pragataao
prabhu apni jhalak dikhao prabhu apni jhalak dikhao

nakh jyoti se jag ujiyara charan chumat ban mala
kati kathin path pitambar kati kathin path pitambar
shyamal dhan badan nirala
shyamal dhan badan nirala is man ka moh mitao
prabhu apni jhalak dikhao prabhu apni jhalak dikhao

wo rup chaturbhuj nyara wo rup chaturbhuj nyara
mukh chandr vadan ujiyara mukh chandr vadan ujiyara
do naina kamal sarikhe sir mor mukut ati pyara
hatho me lekar shankh chakr
hatho me lekar shankh chakr aur gada kadam tum aao
prabhu apni jhalak dikhao prabhu apni jhalak dikhao

mai mud mand mati balak mai mud mand mati balak
jag chhod sharan me aaya jag chhod sharan me aaya
tum deen bandhu karuna jo mujhe apna daas banaya
mujhe apna rup dikhaya ab charan dhul de jao
ab charan dhul de jao

Lord, unveil your grace, Lord, unveil your grace,
Show me your wondrous form, your luminous face.
Lord, unveil your grace, Lord, unveil your grace.

The form the meditators seek, the form the yogis find,
The light that shines through the seasons, the light of Vrindavan, you enshrine.
Ignite that radiant spark, let its brilliance be defined,
Lord, unveil your grace, Lord, unveil your grace.

From your toenails, the world is illuminated, at your feet, the forest blooms,
Across the path of hardship, your golden robes consume,
Your dark, enchanting form, dispelling all glooms,
Erase this mind's delusion, and banish all dooms.
Lord, unveil your grace, Lord, unveil your grace.

That four-armed form, so divine, that lunar face so bright,
Your eyes like lotuses gleam, crowned with peacock's light,
Holding conch and discus, your presence takes flight,
With mace and lotus, in your glory, you unite.
Lord, unveil your grace, Lord, unveil your grace.

I, a foolish, slow-witted child, leaving the world behind,
Seeking refuge in your embrace, by your compassion aligned,
You, the friend of the humble, to you I now bind,
Grant me your form, your essence, and wash away my mind.
Now, bestow upon me the dust of your feet, and leave your grace behind.