hey runghun ghuna runghun ghuna runghun ghuna ghun
brij bhumi me gunj rahi hai sun bansi ki dhun
hey runghun ghuna runghun ghuna runghun ghuna ghun
brij bhumi me gunj rahi hai sun bansi ki dhun
dholi dhola dhol baje re payal chham chham bol baje re
man mohan ke sang rachi hai ras
pariti ki barkha barse re naino se anand chhalke re
hari prem me dubo nacho aaj

divya hai shri hari puran hai shri hari
divya ye nritya hai satya hai shri hari
hey runghun ghuna runghun ghuna runghun ghuna ghun
brij bhumi me gunj rahi hai sun bansi ki dhun
dholi dhola dhol baje re payal chham chham bol baje re
man mohan ke sang rachi hai ras
pariti ki barkha barse re naino se anand chhalke re
hari prem me dubo nacho aaj

bhakti ke hai ras kayi priti ke hai ras kayi
gopiya ye divya hai bhakti me ras bas gayi
are baji re baji re murli ye baji lagi re lagi lagan aisi ye
nachi re nachi magan radha nachi lagi re lagi lagan aisi ye
hey runghun ghuna runghun ghuna runghun ghuna ghun
brij bhumi me gunj rahi hai sun bansi ki dhun

ek hai ras parhlad ke jaisa shant ras bhakti ka
duja hai hanuman ke jaisa das ras bhakti ka
tere rang me range ham sarovar mohan
swikar karlo ye bhakti hamari
pyare mitar sudama ka hai sakhay rash bhakti ka
mata yasoda ka nirmal vatsalya rang hai bhakti ka
gopiya ham hai sari madhur ras ki pyasi
bhuja do na kanha ye trishna hamari

are baji re baji re murli ye baji lagi re lagi lagan aisi ye
nachi re nachi magan radha nachi lagi re lagi lagan aisi ye
hey runghun ghuna runghun ghuna runghun ghuna ghun
brij bhumi me gunj rahi hai sun bansi ki dhun
dholi dhola dhol baje re payal chham chham bol baje re
man mohan ke sang rachi hai ras
pariti ki barkha barse re naino se anand chhalke re
hari prem me dubo nacho aaj
divya hai shri hari puran hai shri hari
divya ye nritya hai satya hai shri hari
hey runghun ghuna runghun ghuna runghun ghuna ghun
brij bhumi me gunj rahi hai sun bansi ki dhun
hey runghun ghuna runghun ghuna runghun ghuna ghun
brij bhumi me gunj rahi hai sun bansi ki dhun

Rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, ghun,
The flute's echo, a song in Braj's heart, its tune spun.
Rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, ghun,
The flute's echo, a song in Braj's heart, its tune spun.

Dhol drums sing, the anklets chime, a rhythm divine,
With Mohan, the heart weaves a rasa so fine.
Love's rain descends, from eyes joy spills free,
Drench us in Hari's love, eternally.

Divine is Shree Hari, ancient is Shree Hari,
Divine is this dance, true is Shree Hari.
Rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, ghun,
The flute's echo, a song in Braj's heart, its tune spun.
Dhol drums sing, the anklets chime, a rhythm divine,
With Mohan, the heart weaves a rasa so fine.
Love's rain descends, from eyes joy spills free,
Drench us in Hari's love, eternally.

Many are the rasas of devotion, love's nectar flows,
The Gopis, divine, in bhakti's sweetness, their spirit grows.
The flute plays on, the melody it weaves,
Such longing ignites, the soul believes.
Radha dances, lost in bliss, a love so deep,
Such longing ignites, secrets to keep.
Rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, ghun,
The flute's echo, a song in Braj's heart, its tune spun.

Like Prahlad, the peace of devotion's flow,
Like Hanuman, servitude, in bhakti's glow.
Dyed in your hues, we are, O Mohan, so bright,
Accept this offering, this love of light.
Like Sudama, friendship's nectar, a bond so true,
Like Yashoda's love, maternal and new.
We are the Gopis, thirsting for the sweet,
Quench our longing, Krishna, our hearts to meet.

The flute plays on, the melody it weaves,
Such longing ignites, the soul believes.
Radha dances, lost in bliss, a love so deep,
Such longing ignites, secrets to keep.
Rung-ghun, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghun, ghun,
The flute's echo, a song in Braj's heart, its tune spun.
Dhol drums sing, the anklets chime, a rhythm divine,
With Mohan, the heart weaves a rasa so fine.
Love's rain descends, from eyes joy spills free,
Drench us in Hari's love, dance joyfully.
Divine is Shree Hari, ancient is Shree Hari,
Divine is this dance, true is Shree Hari.
Rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, ghun,
The flute's echo, a song in Braj's heart, its tune spun.
Rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, rung-ghuna, ghuna, ghun,
The flute's echo, a song in Braj's heart, its tune spun.