sabki naiya par lagaiya krishan kanhaiya saawre
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi

jo sham charaye been bajaye been rachaye ras re
pyas nain me sabhi jiya me lagi uthi thi aas re
usi ki dhun me firu rat din din mile ya sham re
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi

kismat se mila nar janam chhod de bharam
bhajan kar sham ka raz rang singar sham se
pyar nahi kuch kam ka
ram nam patwar banale par lage gi naw re
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
sabki naiya par lagaiya krishan kanhaiya saawre
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi

anmol dhan mile bina kisi mol ke
aage badhe chalo ram nam bol ke
sachi hai jo lagan tumhari kabhi ruke na bawre
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
sabki naiya par lagaiya krishan kanhaiya saawre
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
sabki naiya par lagaiya krishan kanhaiya saawre
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi

yug yug ki yahi pukar chale sansar
dharam ke raste panth bhumi
insan bana shaitan pet ke waste
ek janam me har na bhai janam janam ka daw re
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
sabki naiya par lagaiya krishan kanhaiya saawre
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi

dunia ke jal me parbhu ko na bhul re
hai sona mati chandi hai dhul re
dhan dharti me upaj na manwa do din padaw re
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
sabki naiya par lagaiya krishan kanhaiya saawre
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi

us jat bhed na kiya diya janam hum bhagwan ne
bhai bhai ko alag kiya ab talak insan ne
mile dagar dagar se dur nagar ke gaw re
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
sabki naiya par lagaiya krishan kanhaiya saawre
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi
ram dhun lagi gopal dhun lagi

The dark-skinned Krishna, the boatman, guides all to shore,
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music soar.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music soar.

He, who grazed the cows, played the flute, wove the dance,
In every eye, in every heart, a thirst, a yearning's glance.
In his tune, I wander night and day, whether twilight or dawn,
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music drawn.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music drawn.

A human birth, a fortune won, abandon all illusion,
Sing Shyam's praise, let his hue be your fusion.
Love is but fleeting, of little worth,
Make Ram's name your oar, and you'll reach the earth.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music sway,
The dark-skinned Krishna, the boatman, guides all the way.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music sway.

A priceless treasure, without price to claim,
Move forward, chanting Ram's name.
If your devotion's true, it will never cease,
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's inner peace.
The dark-skinned Krishna, the boatman, guides all to shore,
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music soar.
The dark-skinned Krishna, the boatman, guides all to shore,
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music soar.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music soar.

The ages cry out, the world's journey proceeds,
By the path of Dharma, where the true heart leads.
Man turns to demon, for the sake of the plate,
In a single life, brother shuns brother, sealing the fate.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music play,
The dark-skinned Krishna, the boatman, guides all the way.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music play.

Don't forget the Lord, lost in the world's snare,
Gold is but dust, silver, the air.
Wealth and land, will not endure, know this fleeting stay,
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music sway.
The dark-skinned Krishna, the boatman, guides all the way.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music sway.

He made no caste, gave us birth, the Divine,
Man has divided brother against brother, by design.
Paths diverge from each other, far from the town,
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music crown.
The dark-skinned Krishna, the boatman, guides all to shore,
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music soar.
To Ram's hymn I cling, to Gopal's music soar.