mat kariyo koi shor
mere sovat nand kishor
o mat kariyo koi shor
mere sovat nand kishor
mere sovat nand kishor

tum to jano hat natkhat si
jag pade to todenge matki
jag pade to todenge matki
denge gagariya phod
denge gagariya phod re
mere sovat nand kishor
o mat kariyo koi shor
mere sovat nand kishor
mere sovat nand kishor

ye mere pritam ki chhaya
jivan sathi jisko banaya
jivan sathi jisko banaya
bandhat rakhe dor re
bandhat rakhe dor re
mere sovat nand kishor
o mat kariyo koi shor
mere sovat nand kishor
mere sovat nand kishor
mere sovat nand kishor

Hush, no clamor, lest my Nanda's son awaken,
Hush, no clamor, my sleeping Krishna.
My sleeping Krishna.

You know his playful, impish ways,
If roused, he'll shatter the clay,
Shatter the clay,
He'll break your pots, break them all,
My sleeping Krishna.
Hush, no clamor, lest my Nanda's son awaken,
My sleeping Krishna.

He is the shadow of my love,
The life companion, sent from above,
Sent from above,
Bound by the thread of my embrace,
My sleeping Krishna.
Hush, no clamor, lest my Nanda's son awaken,
My sleeping Krishna.
My sleeping Krishna.
My sleeping Krishna.