mukunda mukunda krishna mukunda mukunda
mujhe daan me de vrinda virinda virinda
mukunda mukunda krishna mukunda mukunda
mujhe daan me de vrinda virinda virinda
mataki se makhan phir se chura
gopiyo ka viraha tu aake mita
mukunda mukunda krishna mukunda mukunda
mujhe daan me de vrinda virinda virinda
main kathputali, dor tere saath
kuchh bhi nahi hai ab mere hath
mukunda mukunda krishna mukunda mukunda
mujhe daan me de vrinda virinda virinda

jai jai raam, jai jai raam, jai jai raam, jai jai raam
sita raam, jai jai raam, jai jai raam, jai jai raam
hey nandlaal, hey krishnaswami
tum toh ho gyani dhyani antaryami
mahima tumhari jo bhi samajh na paye
khak me mil jaye wo khalkami
aisa vigyan jo ki tujhko na mane
teri shradalu ki shakti na jane
jo path padhaya tha tumne gita ka arjun ko
wo aaj bhi sachchi raah dikhaye mere jivan ko
meri aatma ko ab na sata
jaldi se aake mohe daras dikha
ye mukunda mukunda krishna mukunda mukunda
mujhe daan me de vrinda virinda virinda

naiya majhdhar me bhi tune bachaya
gita ka gyan deke jag ko jagaya
chhu liya jamin se hi aasma ka tara
narsigha roop dharke hiranya ko mara
ravan ke sar ko kata ram roop leke
radhe ka mann churaya prem rang deke
meri naino mein phool khile sab teri khushbu ke
main jeevan sathi chun loo tere pairo ko chhu ke
kiske maathe sajau mor pankh tera
kayi sadiyo janmo se tu hai mera
mukunda mukunda krishna mukunda mukunda
mujhe daan me de vrinda virinda virinda
more govinda laala mora tanka sa ora ji ka dhora
usaki kahi na koyi khabar, aaja kahi na o toh najar
aaja aaja jhalak dikha aaja, der na kar aaja govinda gopala
mukunda mukunda krishna mukunda mukunda
mujhe daan me de vrinda virinda virinda
mukunda mukunda krishna mukunda mukunda
mujhe daan me de vrinda virinda virinda

Mukunda, Mukunda, Krishna Mukunda, Mukunda,
Grant me in gift, Vrinda, Virinda, Virinda.
Mukunda, Mukunda, Krishna Mukunda, Mukunda,
Grant me in gift, Vrinda, Virinda, Virinda.

Steal butter once more from the pot,
Come, erase the Gopis' separation.
Mukunda, Mukunda, Krishna Mukunda, Mukunda,
Grant me in gift, Vrinda, Virinda, Virinda.

I am a puppet, the string is with You,
Nothing is now in my hands.
Mukunda, Mukunda, Krishna Mukunda, Mukunda,
Grant me in gift, Vrinda, Virinda, Virinda.

Victory to Rama, Victory to Rama,
Victory to Rama, Victory to Rama,
Sita Ram, Victory to Rama,
Victory to Rama, Victory to Rama.

O Nandlal, O Krishnaswami,
You are the wise, the meditator, the inner dweller.
Those who cannot understand Your glory,
Will turn to dust, they are evil.

That science that does not believe in You,
Does not know the power of your devotee.
The lesson You taught in the Gita to Arjuna,
Still shows the true path in my life.

Do not torment my soul now,
Come quickly and show me Your vision.
This Mukunda, Mukunda, Krishna Mukunda, Mukunda,
Grant me in gift, Vrinda, Virinda, Virinda.

You saved the boat in the middle of the stream,
Awakened the world by giving the knowledge of the Gita.
Touched the star of the sky from the earth itself,
Killed Hiranyakashipu by taking the form of Narasimha.

Cut the head of Ravana, bringing the form of Rama,
Stole Radha's heart by giving the color of love.
In my eyes, flowers bloom, all of Your fragrance,
I will choose a life partner, touch Your feet.

Whose forehead should I adorn with Your peacock feather?
For many centuries and births, You are mine.
Mukunda, Mukunda, Krishna Mukunda, Mukunda,
Grant me in gift, Vrinda, Virinda, Virinda.

My Govinda, Lala, my Tanka, like the ridge of life,
Of which there is no news,
Come, oh, do not be seen there.
Come, come, show a glimpse, come.
Do not delay, come Govinda Gopala.
Mukunda, Mukunda, Krishna Mukunda, Mukunda,
Grant me in gift, Vrinda, Virinda, Virinda.
Mukunda, Mukunda, Krishna Mukunda, Mukunda,
Grant me in gift, Vrinda, Virinda, Virinda.