vasudev devki karagar mein bandi the
unke pehre par raksas gan savachhandi the
ashtmi bhadr pad ki thi raat andheri thi
jab daya dhram ki gunj uthi ran bheri thi
us samay liya awtaar katha ye bahut purani hai
go rakshk gopal krishn ki amar kahani hai
krishn ki amar kahani hai
ek kiran aashiki ardh raatri mein chhut gayi
bandi garh ki srinkhala savyam hi tut gayi
bhgwan ki lila suno ki ye amrit ki baani hai
go rakshk gopal krishn ki amar kahani hai
krishn ki amar kahani hai

raat andheri ghatao ne gheri
raat andheri ghatao ne gheri
jamuna mein baadh ka jal uchhle
mathura se gokul shyam sundar ko
sar pe liye vasudev chale raat andheri
lila dikhai baal gopal ne
hilne lage shri chran kamal
jisko chhu kar shish nawa kar
shant huaa jamuna ka jal
shant huaa jamuna ka jal
shant huaa jamuna ka jal

gend gira na kalindi mein
gwaal baal ki chaal hai
aaj kaliye naag ke aage
kaal bana gopal hai
funkar raha nathno se
fan khole atyachari
uske fan ko nath ke dekho
banshi bajate wanwaari
funkar raha nathno se
fan khole atyachari
uske fan ko nath ke dekho
banshi bajate wanwaari

bole nand yashoda chintit
dukhiya sab gokul waasi
upar laye dusht naag ko
upar laye dusht naag ko
uske fan ko laga faasi
kalinda mardan huaa katha jani pehchani hai
go rakshk gopal krishn ki amar kahani hai
pawan jo ganga jamuna ka nirmal paani hai
go rakshk gopal krishn ki amar kahani hai
krishn ki amar kahani hai
gwaal baal sang lila jiski badi suhani hai
go rakshk gopal krishn ki amar kahani hai
krishn ki amar kahani hai
krishn ki amar kahani hai

In Vasudeva's prison, fettered and bound,
Demons stood guard, their terrors profound.
On the eighth night, a darkness did loom,
When compassion's echo dispelled the gloom.
An ancient tale, of gods and their grace,
The cowherd, Krishna, in time and space.
Krishna's immortal, eternal tale.

A ray of hope, in midnight's embrace,
The prison's chains, shattered in this place.
Listen, a song of nectar, of holy sound,
The cowherd, Krishna, forever crowned.
Krishna's immortal, eternal tale.

Dark clouds gathered, the night did weep,
Dark clouds gathered, secrets to keep.
Yamuna's waters, a flood did arise,
Vasudeva carried, with tear-filled eyes,
To Gokul, to safety, with beauty and grace.
The child Krishna, in time and space.
The infant then, a miracle wrought,
The lotus feet, the earth they sought,
Touched by his grace, all calmed and still,
Yamuna's waters, obeyed his will.
Yamuna's waters, calm at his call.

A ball fell, lost in the river's flow,
A childhood game, the children know.
Before Kaliya, the serpent's might,
Krishna, as death, in darkest night.
The serpent hissed, enraged and bold,
His hooded fangs, a story told.
He tamed the beast, the power he did hold,
The flute he played, a tale unfolds.
The serpent hissed, enraged and bold,
His hooded fangs, a story told.
He tamed the beast, the power he did hold,
The flute he played, a tale unfolds.

Nanda and Yashoda, their hearts did yearn,
The Gokul folk, in sorrow did turn.
He raised the serpent, from its lair,
He raised the serpent, beyond compare.
He bound his fangs, with a heavenly tie,
Kaliya's defeat, beneath the sky.
This tale we know, of ancient decree,
The cowherd, Krishna, eternally.
Pure waters flow, from Ganges' shore,
The cowherd, Krishna, forevermore.
Krishna's immortal, eternal tale.
The children's play, a joyous call,
The cowherd, Krishna, embracing all.
Krishna's immortal, eternal tale.
Krishna's immortal, eternal tale.