jiski lagi lagan bhagvan mein
jo duba hari ke dhyan mein
chahe badal gire chahe bijli gire
uska diya jalega tufan mein
jiski lagi lagan bhagvan mein
chahe badal gire chahe bijli gire
uska diya jalega tufan mein
jiski lagi lagan bhagvan mein
hai kahan chhupa vo kona
tere bhakto ke ghar mein jwala
tere bhakto ke ghar mein jwala
un par sankat kyun dola
jo jape tumahari mala
jo jape tumahari mala

kan kan mein chhupa hai rakhvala
vo swami hajar hath vala
vo swami hajar hath vala
vo chahe agar ye jwala
ban jayegi phoolo ki mala
ban jayegi phoolo ki mala
use kiska hai dar use kiski phikar
jo jhume hari ke gungaan mein
jski lagi lagan bhagvan mein
jo duba hari ke dhyan mein
chahe badal gire chahe bijli gire
uska diya jalega tufan mein
jiski lagi lagan bhagvan mein

ye suraj ye chand sitare sab chalte use ke ishare
sab chalte use ke ishare
vo chahe to ye angare ban jaye gagan ke tare
ban jaye gagan ke tare
ghadi sankat ki aaj vahi rakhega laaj
jiski mahima likhi hai puran mein
jski lagi lagan bhagvan mein
jo duba hari ke dhyan mein
chahe badal gire chahe bijli gire
uska diya jalega tufan mein
jiski lagi lagan bhagvan mein
nand ke lala he gopala din dayal re
nand ke lala he gopala din dayal re
radhe shyam radhe shyam

When love's fire burns for the Divine,
Lost in the Lord's own light, to shine,
Though storm clouds gather, lightning strikes,
His inner lamp will still entwine.
When love's fire burns for the Divine,
Though storm clouds gather, lightning strikes,
His inner lamp will still entwine.
When love's fire burns for the Divine,

Where hides He? In what sacred nook?
In devotees' homes, the burning look,
In devotees' homes, the flames they see,
Why should trouble then intrude?
Who chant your sacred melody,
Who chant your sacred melody?

In every atom, He is near,
The thousand-handed Lord, held dear,
The thousand-handed Lord, so near,
If He so wills, the flames will clear,
And bloom to garlands, year by year,
Who fears, who cares,
To the Lord's song, he’ll adhere,
When love's fire burns for the Divine,
Lost in the Lord's own light, to shine,
Though storm clouds gather, lightning strikes,
His inner lamp will still entwine.
When love's fire burns for the Divine,

Sun, moon, and stars, all by His command,
All move according to His hand,
All move according to His hand,
If He desires, the embers grand,
Turn to stars across the land,
In times of woe, He will appear,
Whose glory is in ancient lore,
When love's fire burns for the Divine,
Lost in the Lord's own light, to shine,
Though storm clouds gather, lightning strikes,
His inner lamp will still entwine.
When love's fire burns for the Divine,
Nand's child, O Gopala, compassionate,
Nand's child, O Gopala, compassionate,
Radhe Shyam, Radhe Shyam.