rana ji mai to govind ke gun ga su
raja ruthe nagri ruthe hari ruthe kaha ja su
rana ji mai to sham maine chakar rakho ji
sham maine chakar rakho ji
chakar rahu su bag laga su nit uth darsha pa su
vrindawan ki kunj galian me teri leela gasu ji
chakri me darshan pau sumiran pau kharti
bhaw bhakti jagir pau teeno bata sarsi
sham maine chakar rakho ji

mor mukut pitambar sohe gale vaijanti mala
vrindawan me dhenu chalawe mohan murli wala
meera ke parbhu gahir gambhira
meera ke parbhu gahir gambhira
sada raho ji dhira aadhi rat parbhu darshan dene
aadhi rat parbhu darshan dene kem nadi ke teera
chakar rahu su bag laga su nit uth darsha pa su
vrindawan ki kung gali me teri leela gasu ji

sham maine chakar rakho ji
sham maine chakar rakho ji
sham maine chakar rakho ji
sham maine chakar rakho ji

My Lord, I sing the praise of Govinda, all day,
If kings and cities scorn me, if Hari turns away.
My Lord, I yearn to serve you, to be yours alone,
To serve you, and to be by your side, on your throne.
I'll tend your garden, rise each dawn to see your face,
Singing your glories in Vrindavan's sacred space.
In service, I shall see your face, in prayer I'll find my ground,
And in devotion's wake, these three shall be unbound.
My Lord, I yearn to serve you, to be yours alone.

A peacock crown, a yellow robe, a garland round your neck,
In Vrindavan, you herd the cows, the flute begins to speak.
My Mira's Lord, so deep and grand,
My Mira's Lord, so deep and grand,
Forever be my steadfast grace, at midnight's solemn hour,
To give your glimpse, on the river's shore, your tender power.
I'll tend your garden, rise each dawn to see your face,
Singing your glories in Vrindavan's sacred space.

My Lord, I yearn to serve you, to be yours alone.
My Lord, I yearn to serve you, to be yours alone.
My Lord, I yearn to serve you, to be yours alone.
My Lord, I yearn to serve you, to be yours alone.