(Intro – Sanskrit) nava-jaladhara-varṇam chanda-māhendra-nīlam pichha-mauli-kapolam rāja-rājendu-maulim |
I see the color of a fresh raincloud, a luster deep and blue, With a peacock feather in His hair, and a face that’s ever new.
The King of kings, the moon of Vraja, He stands before the sight, The son of Nanda Maharaja, bathed in golden light.
I see the color of a fresh raincloud, a luster deep and blue, With a peacock feather in His hair, and a face that’s ever new.

(Verse 1) He’s dressed in yellow silk that shines like lightning in the sky, With a flute held to His crimson lips and a sparkle in His eye.
A single strand of forest beads is hanging on His chest, The Sovereign of the universe is taking time to rest.
He’s not a distant mystery, He’s a boy within the grove, With jewelry made of flowers and a heart of pure love.
His ears are decked with swinging rings, His wrists with silver bands, The fate of every living thing is resting in His hands.
He walks with such a gentle grace, the earth begins to bloom, His fragrance is the scent of musk that fills the forest room.

(Chorus) He’s the Prince of every heart, the jewel of the land, With the blueprint of creation in the palm of His hand.
The son of Nanda Maharaja, the master of the game, Every atom in existence is vibrating with His name.
The son of Nanda Maharaja, the master of the game, Every atom in existence is vibrating with His name.
I see the color of a fresh raincloud, a luster deep and blue, With a peacock feather in His hair, and a face that’s ever new.
I see the color of a fresh raincloud, a luster deep and blue, With a peacock feather in His hair, and a face that’s ever new.

(Verse 2) He plays with all the cowherd boys along the river side, A King who leaves His majesty and has no need for pride.
He steals the hearts of everyone with just a single glance, Leading all the residents into the sacred dance.
His feet are marked with lotus signs, with lightning and a bow, The source of every river and the reason that they flow.
He’s the hero of the chronicles, the one the sages seek, The strength within the powerful, the comfort for the weak.
I’m listing out the features, I’m laying out the case, There is no other beauty that can ever take His place.
I see the color of a fresh raincloud, a luster deep and blue, With a peacock feather in His hair, and a face that’s ever new.
I see the color of a fresh raincloud, a luster deep and blue, With a peacock feather in His hair, and a face that’s ever new.

(Bridge) It’s a factual description of the One who holds the key, The Prince who lives in Vraja and who sets the spirit free.
From the feather to the lotus feet, the profile is complete, The King of all the worlds is sitting on a forest seat.
I see the color of a fresh raincloud, a luster deep and blue, With a peacock feather in His hair, and a face that’s ever new.

(Outro – Sanskrit) nava-jaladhara-varṇam chanda-māhendra-nīlam pichha-mauli-kapolam rāja-rājendu-maulim |  I see the color of a fresh raincloud, a luster deep and blue, With a peacock feather in His hair, and a face that’s ever new.

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