baso more nainan me nandlala nainan me
mor mukut makar aakriti
kundal arun sihat sohe bhal
mor mukut makar aakriti
kundal arun sihat sohe bhal
mor mukut makar aakriti kundal
mor mukut makar aakriti kundal
mor mukut makar aakriti kundal

arun sihat sohe bhal
adhar sudharak murli rajat
ure bajanti mala
baso more nainan me nandlala
rudr ghantika ghatit shobhit nupur sabat rasai
meera prabhu santan sukh dayi
meera prabhu santan sukh dayi
bhagat vachan gopal gopal gopal

In the wells of my eyes, the child of Nanda,
In the depths of my gaze, resides.
A peacock crown, a fish of the sea, taking form,
Earrings of crimson, adorning his brow.
A peacock crown, a fish of the sea, taking form,
Earrings of crimson, adorning his brow.
A peacock crown, a fish of the sea, taking form, earrings.
A peacock crown, a fish of the sea, taking form, earrings.
A peacock crown, a fish of the sea, taking form, earrings.

Crimson adorns, upon his brow,
His lips, a nectar, the flute's sweet sound.
A garland upon his chest, beads resound.
In the wells of my eyes, the child of Nanda,
A Rudra bell, ankles bright, the dance's taste.
Meera's Lord, joy to the Saints,
Meera's Lord, joy to the Saints,
For the devotee's word, Gopal, Gopal, Gopal.