govinda govinda govinda govinda
govinda govinda govinda govinda
govinda govinda govinda govinda
saher saher ke hajaro sawal jinke koi hai na jawab

govinda govinda govinda govinda
govinda govinda govinda govinda
govinda govinda govinda govinda
govinda govinda govinda govinda

aacharan aalochana ho to bhala kya sochana
hin rup hin pida hai vidhan ye vidhi ka
man me rup le vichar le nirankar ye aakar
kya kahe ichha anichha hai vidhan ye vidhi ka
govinda govinda govinda govinda
govinda govinda govinda govinda
govinda govinda govinda govinda
govinda govinda govinda govinda

Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Across cities, a thousand questions bloom,
yet answers remain lost in the gloom.

Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,

If judgment's shadow falls, what stirs the heart?
To be less, to feel pain, is fate's own art.
Within the mind, a form takes hold,
A formless truth, a story to be told.
What speaks of want, or what we cannot hold?
This is fate's weave, a tale to unfold.
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda,
Govinda, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda.