paanv padun tore shyam
brij me laut chalo, laut chalo
paanv padun tore shyam
brij me laut chalo, laut chalo
paanv padun tore shyam

suni kadam ki thandi chhaiya
khoje dhun bnasi ki
vyaakul hoke brij na dubo de
lahre jamuna ji ki
laut chalo, laut chalo
paanv padun tore shyam

dudh dahi se bhari matakiya
tode kaun muraari
asuvan jal se bhare gagariyaa
panaghat pe panihaari
laut chalo, laut chalo
paanv padun tore shyam

bilakh rahi hai maat yashodaa
nand ji duhkh me khoye
kuch to soch are nirmohi
brij ka kan kan roye
laut chalo, laut chalo
paanv padun tore shyam

I fall at your feet, Shyam,
Return to Braj, return, return.
I fall at your feet, Shyam,
Return to Braj, return, return.
I fall at your feet, Shyam.

Empty the cool shade of Kadamba,
Searching for the flute's tune.
Lest Braj drowns in this longing,
In the Yamuna's waves.
Return, return,
I fall at your feet, Shyam.

Who shatters the pots overflowing
With milk and curd, O Murari?
Tears fill the pitchers,
Of the women at the well.
Return, return,
I fall at your feet, Shyam.

Mother Yashoda weeps,
Nanda lost in sorrow.
Consider, O heartless one,
Each grain of Braj weeps.
Return, return,
I fall at your feet, Shyam.