o murli wale o gokul wale gwale
jamuna ke teere cheer gaye badal kale kale
o girdhar ghunghrale aaj are aaja re aaja re
o murli wale o gokul wale gwale
jamuna ke teere cheer gaye badal kale kale
o girdhar ghunghrale aaj are aaja re aaja re
o murli wale o gokul wale gwale

mor papiha bole man ki duniya dole
dharti ke pariyo ne apne pad hawa me khole
mor papiha bole man ki duniya dole
dharti ke pariyo ne apne pad hawa me khole
ho dur gagan ke rehne wale ho dur gagan ke rehne wale
aankh se aankh mila le
o murli wale o gokul wale gwale
jamuna ke teere cheer gaye badal kale kale
o girdhar ghunghrale aaj are aaja re aaja re
o murli wale o gokul wale gwale

lachakti har daali waha jaye sakhiya sari
nagin ke balkhaye naweliya aaja re banmali
lachakti har daali waha jaye sakhiya sari
nagin ke balkhaye naweliya aaja re banmali
ho chhnn chhan chhan bin ke bhi ho chhnn chhan chhan bin ke bhi
bajne laage chhale
o murli wale o gokul wale gwale
jamuna ke teere cheer gaye badal kale kale
o girdhar ghunghrale aaj are aaja re aaja re
o murli wale o gokul wale gwale

O Flute Player, Shepherd of Gokul,
The dark clouds tear above the Yamuna's shore.
O Giridhar, with curls, come, oh come, oh come.
O Flute Player, Shepherd of Gokul,
The dark clouds tear above the Yamuna's shore.
O Giridhar, with curls, come, oh come, oh come.
O Flute Player, Shepherd of Gokul.

The peacock and the cuckoo sing, the world of the heart quakes,
The earth's winged ones unfurl their wings in the breeze.
The peacock and the cuckoo sing, the world of the heart quakes,
The earth's winged ones unfurl their wings in the breeze.
O dweller of the distant sky, O dweller of the distant sky,
Let eye meet eye.
O Flute Player, Shepherd of Gokul,
The dark clouds tear above the Yamuna's shore.
O Giridhar, with curls, come, oh come, oh come.
O Flute Player, Shepherd of Gokul.

Each swaying branch, where all the maidens gather,
Like serpents, they writhe, O new blooms, come, Gardener of the Grove.
Each swaying branch, where all the maidens gather,
Like serpents, they writhe, O new blooms, come, Gardener of the Grove.
The tinkling of the bells, oh, the tinkling of the bells,
The blisters begin to play.
O Flute Player, Shepherd of Gokul,
The dark clouds tear above the Yamuna's shore.
O Giridhar, with curls, come, oh come, oh come.
O Flute Player, Shepherd of Gokul.