jhum utha hai aaj mere phulo ka angana
jhum utha hai aaj mere phulo ka angana
khanak utha khanan khanan khan khan
khanan khanan hatho ka kangana
wahi mere ram wahi mere shyam
wahi mere ram wahi mere shyam
aaj aane wale hai ghanshyam re
jhum utha hai aaj mere phulo ka angana
khanak utha khanan khanan khan khan
khanan khanan hatho ka kangana
kangana kangana kangana kangana

dharti dole gagan bhi dole ho o
dharti dole gagan bhi dole
magan mera ye tan man dole
wo jo hina ki nagariya wohi mere sawariya
wo jo hina ki nagariya wohi mere sawariya
jinka japti hu ha jinka japti hu
pal chin nam re jhum utha

palke bichaye panth niharu
palke bichaye panth niharu
ek jhalak par jiwan waru
shamal shamal sajila komal komal rasila
shamal shamal sajila komal komal rasila
jinki murat jinki murat
adhi viram re jhum utha jhum utha

aayenge wo mere apne ho
aayenge wo mere apne
puran honge sundar sapne
wo jo antar yami hai wohi mere swami hai
wo jo antar yami hai wohi mere swami hai
jinke charono me ha jinke charono me
mera swarg dham re
jhum utha hai aaj mere phulo ka angana
khanak utha khanan khanan khan khan
khanan khanan hatho ka kangana
wahi mere ram wahi mere shyam
wahi mere ram wahi mere shyam
aaj aane wale hai ghanshyam re
jhum utha hai aaj mere phulo ka angana
khanak utha khanan khanan khan khan
khanan khanan hatho ka kangana
kangana kagana kangana kangana

Today my garden of blooms bursts forth,
Today my garden of blooms bursts forth,
Rings of the hand, they chime and ring,
Clink, clink, a joyful thing.
He is my Ram, He is my Shyam,
He is my Ram, He is my Shyam,
Ghanshyam, the dark one, comes this day.
Today my garden of blooms bursts forth,
Rings of the hand, they chime and ring,
Clink, clink, a joyful thing.
Rings on the hand, rings on the hand.

The earth it sways, the heavens too,
The earth it sways, the heavens too.
My body, my mind, in rapture, do.
He is my humble boatman, He is my love,
He is my humble boatman, He is my love,
Whose name I chant, whose name I chant,
Each fleeting moment, now I move,
My garden of blooms bursts forth.

My eyelids spread, I watch the path,
My eyelids spread, I watch the path,
For one glimpse, I give my life's aftermath,
Shyamal, Shyamal, so adorned,
Gentle, tender, life adorned.
Whose image, whose image,
A sweet, divine form, now I move,
My garden of blooms bursts forth.

He will come, my own, He will come,
He will come, my own, He will come,
My beautiful dreams, they become,
He who dwells within, He is my Lord,
He who dwells within, He is my Lord,
In whose feet, in whose feet,
Is my heavenly home, now I move,
My garden of blooms bursts forth.
Rings of the hand, they chime and ring,
Clink, clink, a joyful thing.
He is my Ram, He is my Shyam,
He is my Ram, He is my Shyam,
Ghanshyam, the dark one, comes this day.
Today my garden of blooms bursts forth,
Rings of the hand, they chime and ring,
Clink, clink, a joyful thing.
Rings on the hand, rings on the hand.