sar pe gagriya
sar pe gagriya tirachhi najariya
chali main to aji chali main to bich bajriya
chali main to bich bajriya
hoye sar pe gagariya tirachhi najariya
chali main to aji chali main to bich bajriya
chali main to bich bajriya sawariya
chali main to bich bajriya

banke sawariya, banke sawariya
leke bansuriya roku main aji roku main
tori dagariya gujariya tori dagariya
tum kanha bade natkhat ho
mat chhuo mera ghunghat ho
ho tum kanha bade natkhat ho
jaha makhan ho jaha makhan ki aahat ho
waha pahuche ho waha pahuche wo jhat pat ho
ho natkhat ho

gali kankariya, gali kankariya
maare kankariya
fodu main aji fodu main tori gagriya
fodu main tori gagriya gujariya
fodu main tori gagriya
nahi julm tumhara sahegi

yashoda se jake kahegi
ho nahi julm tumhara sahegi
ye baat ye baate nand ko baante
bin bole ho bin bole ham na rahegi
leke lakutiya pakad tohari chutiya
ho leke lakutiya pakad tohari chutiya
lege aisi khabariya
tum chhod bansuriya leke kamriya
tum roaoge, roaoge saari umriya sawariya
bhuloge hamri dagariya
hoye sar pe gagariya tirachhi najariya
chali main to aji chali main to bich bajriya
chali main to bich bajriya sawariya
chali main to bich bajriya

Upon my head, the earthen jars,
Beneath them, glances, sidelong, far.
I walk, oh, I walk,
Amidst the marketplace, I embark.

Upon my head, the earthen jars,
Beneath them, glances, sidelong, far.
I walk, oh, I walk,
Amidst the marketplace, I embark, my love.
I walk, oh, I walk,
Amidst the marketplace, I embark.

Becoming my love, becoming my love,
Wielding your flute, I halt, oh, I halt,
Your path, your way.
You, Kanha, mischievous and bold,
Do not touch my veil, be told.
You, Kanha, mischievous and bold,
Where butter sits, where butter's trace,
There you swiftly find your place.
Oh, mischievous and bold.

Stony the lane, stony the lane,
Stones you cast,
I'll break, oh, I'll break, your earthen jars,
I'll shatter your jars, your way.
I'll break your earthen jars.
I shall not bear your cruelty.

To Yashoda, I'll run and tell,
I shall not bear your cruelty.
These words, these words, to Nanda I'll impart,
Without a word, without a word, silent, no longer shall I be.
Taking my staff, grasping your braid,
Taking my staff, grasping your braid,
I will bring such news, and make you pay.
You, forsaking flute, embracing your waist,
You will weep, you will weep your whole life, my love,
You'll forget my path, my way.
Upon my head, the earthen jars,
Beneath them, glances, sidelong, far.
I walk, oh, I walk,
Amidst the marketplace, I embark, my love.
I walk, oh, I walk,
Amidst the marketplace, I embark.