Wheels to Nathdwara

From Govardhan's sacred land,

the cart set out with a divine hand Shrinathji travelled far and

wide, to find a place where he could reside the wheels turned,

the journey long, the people sang a joyful song (mhm-mmm)

Jai

Shrinathji, Jai Shrinathji, the lord of our hearts,

the prince of the path (Jai Shrinathji!) Jai

Shrinathji, Jai

Shrinathji, you chose to stay,

we bow and we pray

When the cart reached Sihad's ground,

the wheels sank deep without a sound the priests knew it was

his will, to stay on this holy hill a temple was built

with love and care,

Shrinathji's presence everywhere

Jai Shrinathji, Jai

Shrinathji, the door of the lord,

the eternal abode (Jai Shrinathji!) Jai

Shrinathji, Jai Shrinathji, your darshan blesses,

your love we hold

Shrinathji... Shrinathji... forever... in our hearts (Shrinathji...)