govinda gopala gopala gopala govinda gopala gopala gopala
o gopala hare gopala o gopala hare gopala
o teri murli ki dhun par mai hi nahi
o teri murli ki dhun par mai hi nahi
yaha nache har brijbala o gopala hare gopala
o gopala hare gopala bans ki bansi fasi jiya ki
hai yahi sautan pyari piya ki bans ki bansi fasi jiya ki
hai yahi sautan pyari piya ki dhir bhi ho aanad bhi barse

dhir bhi ho aanad bhi barse is ka khel nirala
o gopala hare gopala o gopala hare gopala
o teri murli ki dhun par mai hi nahi
o teri murli ki dhun par mai hi nahi
yaha nache har brijbala o gopala hare gopala
o gopala hare gopala prem vibhor bhare sab aise

nachat shaam nachavat jaise prem vibhor bhare sab aise
nachat shaam nachavat jaise
kya pashu panchhi kya van upvan kya pashu panchhi kya van upvan
sab pe jadu dala gopala gopala o gopala hare gopala
o gopala hare gopala o teri murli ki dhun par mai hi nahi
o teri murli ki dhun par mai hi nahi yaha nache har brijbala
o gopala hare gopala o gopala hare gopala
sab nainn me ek hi surat sab ke man me ek hi murat

sab nainn me ek hi surat sab ke man me ek hi murat
sab yahi samjhe sab yahi mane sab ke sang nanad lala o gopala
o gopala hare gopala o gopala hare gopala
o teri murli ki dhun par mai hi nahi
o teri murli ki dhun par mai hi nahi
yaha nache har brijbala o gopala hare gopala o gopala hare gopala
gopala gopala govinda gopala gopala gopala
govinda gopala gopala gopala govinda gopala
o gopala hare gopala o gopala hare gopala

Krishna, the cowherd, Krishna, the cowherd.
Krishna, the cowherd, Krishna, the cowherd.
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd, O!
Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!

On the melody of your flute, not just I,
On the melody of your flute, not just I,
But every maiden of Vrindavan dances, O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!

The bamboo flute ensnares the heart,
It is the beloved rival of my love.
The bamboo flute ensnares the heart,
It is the beloved rival of my love.
Patience and bliss both shower down,

Patience and bliss both shower down, this game is unique.
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd! O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!
On the melody of your flute, not just I,
On the melody of your flute, not just I,
But every maiden of Vrindavan dances, O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!

Love overflows, everyone weeps,
Love overflows, everyone weeps,
Dancing, Krishna makes them dance.
Dancing, Krishna makes them dance.
What of animals, what of birds, what of the forest and gardens?
What of animals, what of birds, what of the forest and gardens?
Magic cast on all, Krishna, Krishna!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!

On the melody of your flute, not just I,
On the melody of your flute, not just I,
But every maiden of Vrindavan dances, O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!

In every eye, one form,
In every heart, one image.
In every eye, one form,
In every heart, one image.
All understand, all believe,
All understand, all believe,
With all, the beloved Krishna plays, O Cowherd!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!

On the melody of your flute, not just I,
On the melody of your flute, not just I,
But every maiden of Vrindavan dances, O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!

Krishna, the cowherd, Krishna, the cowherd.
Krishna, the cowherd, Krishna, the cowherd.
Krishna, the cowherd, Krishna, the cowherd.
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!
O Cowherd, Hari, Cowherd!