krashan pe jau vari vari
mere mohan ki leela hai nyari
chavi nyari tori hai murari
tum biraj ke dulare
tum biraj ke dulare
mohan pe jau vari vari
mere mohan ki leela hai nyari
chavi nyari tori hai murari

kahu gwalo gwalo bane
kahu prtipal bane kahu prtipal bane
natvar chaliya bhari
natvar chaliya bhari
tum biraj ke dulare

tum biraj ke dulare
mohan pe jau vari vari
mere mohan ki leela hai nyari
chavi nyari tori hai murari

jamuna ke jal mei
gopalo ke dal mei
sab me samaya jamuna ke jal mei
gopalo ke dal me sab me samaya
tero ant nahi paya teri leela balihari

tum biraj ke dulare
mohan ki leela
murli wale ki leela
nand lala ki leela hai nyari
tum biraj ke dulare tum biraj ke dulare
mohan ki leela bansi wale ki leela
nanad lala ki leela hai nyari

To Krishna, I surrender, again and again,
My Mohan's play, a marvel to behold.
Your form divine, O Murari, sustains,
You, the heart of Vrindavan, brave and bold.
You, the heart of Vrindavan, hold.
To Mohan, I surrender, again and again,
My Mohan's play, a marvel to unfold.
Your form divine, O Murari, sustain.

Sometimes a cowherd, sometimes protector,
Sometimes a youth, a trickster of the soul.
A dancer, a charmer, a true director,
You, the heart of Vrindavan, make us whole.

You, the heart of Vrindavan, make us whole.
To Mohan, I surrender, again and again,
My Mohan's play, a marvel to behold.
Your form divine, O Murari, sustain.

In Yamuna's waters,
In the cowherd's throng,
He dwells in all,
In every breath along.
Your end we'll never find, your play so grand.

You, the heart of Vrindavan, our command.
Mohan's play,
The flute player's grace,
Nand's beloved, a marvel to command.
You, the heart of Vrindavan, you, the same,
Mohan's play, the flute player's grace,
Nand's beloved, a marvel to command.