main prem diwani piya milan chali
bani barij ki gujariya
main prem diwani piya milan chali
bani barij ki gujariya

barkha barkha bina bajaye wahni nache hur
dur kahi baje basuriya piya milan chali
bani barij ki gujariya

chhan chhan chhanpe jiya mora dole dole
pag pag pag pe payaliya bole bole
chhan chhan chhanpe jiya mora dole dole
pag pag pag pe payaliya bole bole
dhiraj dharu re naweli dhiraj dharu re naweli
preet se char hogi najariya bani barij ki gujariya

mose kahe man bar bar mose kahe man bar bar
mose kahe man bar bar mose kahe man bar bar
bikhare na saulah singar bikhare na saulah singar
sakhi paiya sambhal ke dal
sakhi paiya sambhal ke dal
bikhar na saulah singar bikhar na saulah singar
sakhi payiya sambhal ke dal
yauwan ki chhalke gagariya
barkha barkha bina bajaye wahni nache hur

I, love-crazed, to my beloved, I go,
A maiden of Vrindavan's lane.
I, love-crazed, to my beloved, I go,
A maiden of Vrindavan's lane.

Rain, rain, without music, the heart dances,
From afar, a flute's call, to my love I go.
A maiden of Vrindavan's lane.

Each moment, my heart trembles, it sways,
With every step, my anklets sing their praise.
Each moment, my heart trembles, it sways,
With every step, my anklets sing their praise.
Patience I hold, a bride so new, patience I hold, a bride so new,
Love's gaze, a four-fold meeting, a maiden of Vrindavan's lane.

My heart whispers, again and again,
My heart whispers, again and again,
Do not let your sixteen adornments fall,
Do not let your sixteen adornments fall.
Friend, hold your feet with care,
Friend, hold your feet with care,
Do not let your sixteen adornments fall,
Do not let your sixteen adornments fall.
Youth's vessel overflows with grace,
Rain, rain, without music, the heart dances.