darsan do girdhari re
teri sanwari surat pe main wari re
darsan do girdhari re
teri sanwari surat pe main wari re

jamuna tat hari dhenu chaeave
madhur madhur sawar venu bajawe
teri kandhe kamriya kari re
darsan do girdhari re
teri sanwari surat pe main wari re

mor mukut pitambar sohe
dekh roop muni gan man mohe
tere kundal ki chhavi nyari re
darsan do girdhari re
teri sanwari surat pe main wari re

vrindavan mein raas rachave
gop gopiya sang mil gave
tere nupur ki dhun pyari re
darsan do girdhari re
teri sanwari surat pe main wari re

bhakt hetu hari roop banaya
barhamanad mere man bhaya
tere charan kamal balihari re
darsan do girdhari re
teri sanwari surat pe main wari re

mujhe de dharshan girdhari re
teri sanwri surat pe main wari re
darsan do girdhari re
teri sanwari surat pe main wari re

Grant me vision, Dark Lord divine,
Lost in the dusk of your form, I entwine.
Grant me vision, Dark Lord divine,
Lost in the dusk of your form, I entwine.

By Yamuna's flow, the herds He tends,
A flute's sweet song, the twilight extends.
Your dark cloak's sway, a mystery's gleam,
Grant me vision, Dark Lord, a waking dream.
Lost in the dusk of your form, I entwine.

A peacock crown, a yellow's embrace,
Saints are captured by your charming face.
Your earrings’ dance, a radiant art,
Grant me vision, Dark Lord, to heal the heart.
Lost in the dusk of your form, I entwine.

In Vrindavan, the dance unfolds,
With shepherd girls, a story told.
Your anklets' chime, a love so bold,
Grant me vision, Dark Lord, a story of gold.
Lost in the dusk of your form, I entwine.

For the devotee, a form He takes,
Blissful love my spirit wakes.
At your lotus feet, I bow in grace,
Grant me vision, Dark Lord, to know your face.
Lost in the dusk of your form, I entwine.

Grant me vision, Dark Lord, now reveal,
Lost in the dusk of your form, I feel.
Grant me vision, Dark Lord, be mine,
Lost in the dusk of your form, I entwine.