na.ndalaala navaniita chora naTavara laala gopaala
devakii vaasudeva kumaara deva deva gopaala
na.ndalaala navaniita chora naTavara laala gopaala
mohana muralii ghana vilola mohana hari gopaala

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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