naüdalāla navanãta cora naņavara lāla gopāla
devakã vāsudeva kumāra deva deva gopāla
naüdalāla navanãta cora naņavara lāla gopāla
mohana muralã ghana vilola mohana hari gopāla
As Son of Nanda, You were mischievous in stealing the butter. Thou art the Dearest of Nanda, O Preserver of cows,
Gopaala, Thou art the Son of Devaki and Vasudeva, You are the Son of Nanda
When You play the eternal flute, the melody is rapturous and you send us into a trance, Nanda's dear Gopaala
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