bhagti phirti radha pagli
darshan ki abhilashi darshan ki abhilashi
bhagti phirti radha pagli
darshan ki abhilashi darshan ki abhilashi
yamuna tat par khadi ri kahti
yamuna tat par khadi ri kahti
abhi to hun main pyasi
abhi to hun main pyasi
krishn kaha hai krishn kaha hai
krishn kaha hai koi bata do
humri pyas bujha do
humri pyas bujha do

koi bata do koi bata do
wo phulwa ki chhai hai kyun udasi
itne me chhoti si bansi usne apni bajai
itne me chhoti si bansi usne apni bajai
sun ke bansuri bhage radha
sun ke bansuri bhage radha
sudh budh sab bisrai
sudh budh sab bisrai
dekh ke apne manmohan ko
dekh ke apne manmohan ko
karne lagi duhai
karne lagi duhai
darshan pyas nahi kyun bujhti
darshan pyas nahi kyun bujhti
batla do ye kanhai
batla do ye kanhai

A frenzied Radha, lost and wild,
Her only hunger: sight of Him, desired.
A frenzied Radha, lost and wild,
Her only hunger: sight of Him, desired.
Upon the Yamuna's shore she stands, and cries,
Upon the Yamuna's shore she stands, and cries,
"My thirst remains, a burning sacrifice."
"My thirst remains, a burning sacrifice."
"Where is Krishna, oh, where does He reside?
Where is Krishna, oh, where does He reside?
Tell me, tell me, where to find my guide,
Quench this thirst, that I cannot hide."

"Tell me, tell me, is there no release?
Why does sadness cling to the blossoming trees?"
Then, a small flute's song, a whisper light,
Then, a small flute's song, a whisper light,
And Radha runs, consumed by the sound's might,
And Radha runs, consumed by the sound's might,
Forgetting all, in a daze of delight.
Forgetting all, in a daze of delight.
Beholding her beloved, her soul's own grace,
Beholding her beloved, her soul's own grace,
She pleads, with tears upon her face,
She pleads, with tears upon her face,
"Oh, Krishna, why does this longing not cease?
"Oh, Krishna, why does this longing not cease?
Why, oh why, is my vision, my thirst, not peace?"
Why, oh why, is my vision, my thirst, not peace?"