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Lyrics of Aayi Mohan Milan Ki Bela Laga Mudhuban Me Kaisa Mela - आयी मोहन मिलन की बेला लगा मधुबन में कैसा मेला
aayi mohan milan ki bela laga madhuban me kaisa mela
o ho radha bhi nache mohan bhi nache
nache re gav albela aayi mohan milan ki bela
laga madhuban me kaisa mela
o ho radha bhi nache mohan bhi nache
nache re gav albela aayi mohan milan ki bela
koi bajaye jhanjh jhamajham koi bajaye jhanjh jhamajham
koi bajaye manjire koi bajaye jhanjh jhamajham
koi bajaye manjire radha ji ke pag me jhanjhar
jhamak rahi dhire dhire jhamak rahi dhire dhire
ho jhamak rahi dhire dhire ho radha hai najuk jaise chumeli
mohan hai jaise bela aayi mohan milan ki bela
aayi mohan milan ki bela laga madhuban me kaisa mela
o ho radha bhi nache mohan bhi nache
nache re gav albela aayi mohan milan ki bela
baz rahi hai gavalniyo ki payaliya
chamchhanan payaliya re chumchhanan
ho payaliya are chumchhanan ho baz rahi hai gavalniyo ki
payaliya re chumchhanan upar chumke chand punam ka
niche nache brindravan niche nache brindravan
ho niche nache brindravan
ho bansi ke bat pe kalandi tat pe laga hai kaisa jhamela
aayi mohan milan ki bela aayi mohan milan ki bela
laga madhuban me kaisa mela o
ho radha bhi nache mohan bhi nache
nache re gav albela aayi mohan milan ki bela
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Aayi Mohan Milan Ki Bela Laga Mudhuban Me Kaisa Mela
The hour of union, a festival unfurls,
In Madhuban, a carnival swirls.
Oh, Radha dances, and Mohan too,
The village revels, a joyous hue.
The hour of union, a festival unfurls,
In Madhuban, a carnival swirls.
Some strike the cymbals, a clamorous sound,
Some strike the cymbals, all around.
Some chime the manjiras, a rhythmic plea,
Some strike the cymbals, wild and free.
Radha's anklets, a shimmering grace,
Glimmering softly, in time and space.
Glimmering softly, a tender light,
Radha, a jasmine, pure and bright.
Mohan, a bela, fragrant and true,
The hour of union, for me and you.
The hour of union, a festival unfurls,
In Madhuban, a carnival swirls.
Oh, Radha dances, and Mohan too,
The village revels, a joyous hue.
The hour of union, a festival unfurls.
The cowherd girls, their anklets chime,
Chum chanan, their music sublime.
Oh, anklets chime, a tinkling sound,
Chum chanan, on hallowed ground.
Above, the full moon's radiant gleam,
Below, Vrindavan, a dancing dream.
Below, Vrindavan, in joyous sway,
Below, Vrindavan, come what may.
On the flute's call, by the Kalindi's shore,
A vibrant commotion, forevermore.
The hour of union, the bells they chime,
The hour of union, transcending time.
The hour of union, a festival unfurls,
In Madhuban, a carnival swirls.
Oh, Radha dances, and Mohan too,
The village revels, a joyous hue.
The hour of union, a festival unfurls.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
