dekho radha humaari gori chanda ki jo chakori
kishan tera kaala kishan tera kaala
kishan tera kaala hai, kishan tera kaala hai
jagat ka ujala, jagat ka ujala
jagat ka ujala hai

radha ke mukh poonm muskaaye
tere kishan par amaawas chhayi
ja ri tu roop ka bhed kya jaane
shyaam ghata bin bijali na bhayi
ho jab teri sakhi ka mukh pyara
nainva me kala kajarwa kyu dala
kajarwa kyu dala, kajarwa kyu dala

ja re tu chorta tu hai ghighna lambi teri choti
he ja re gorati tu hai moti akal bhi teri moti
tu kya jaane lule langde ye makkhan ki maya hai
are tabhi matkiya phod phod kar humne bhi makkhan khaya hai
ho kaahe phul rahi ho man me
kabhi to darpan me roop dekha bhala hai
roop dekha bhala, roop dekha bhala, roop dekha bhala hai

hai jab rang kala to kala hi dil hai
kishan ka kala hi dil hai
haay aaj bhi tere gaalo pe kala hi til hai
o gori kala hi til hai
rang andhere ka humko nahi suhaaye
puchho koyal se duja rang naa bhaaye
dekh kanhaiyya ki aankhe rashili
radha tumhaari pad gayi pili
pili nahi ye keshar ka rang hai
tere akal ki keel hai dhili
karo is kaale rang ki pooja chadhe naa rang duja
ye rang jaadu wala hai, ye rang jaadu wala hai
ye rang jaadu wala hai, ye rang jaadu wala hai
o ye rang jaadu wala hai
kanhaiyya tera kala hai
mana kanha humara kala hai sabse nirala
jagat ka ujala hai, jagat ka ujala
jagat ka ujala, jagat ka ujala hai

Behold, Radha, fair as the moon, a gaze entranced,
While Krishna, dark, oh Krishna, dark, he danced.
Krishna, dark, he is, Krishna, dark, he is,
Light of the world, light of the world,
Light of the world, he is.

Radha's face, a full moon's gentle grace,
While shadows of the new moon touch your face.
Go now, you know not beauty's hidden art,
Black clouds embrace lightning's spark, a beating heart.
When your friend's face shines, a precious thing,
Why in your eyes, black kohl did you bring?
Kohl you brought, kohl you brought.

Go, thief, with tangled hair so long,
Go, fair one, your mind is thick and strong.
You know not the lame, the broken, butter's call,
We broke the pots, and ate the butter, one and all.
Why swell with pride, within your breast?
Have you not seen your form, in a mirror blessed?
Blessed, blessed, blessed.

If black the hue, then black the heart it seems,
Krishna's heart is black, in all our dreams.
On your cheeks, the mark, a shadow's art,
Oh fair one, a black mole, upon your heart.
We love not the hues of night's dark hold,
Ask the cuckoo, no other color is bold.
See the eyes of Krishna, full of glee,
Radha, your face has turned so yellow, you see.
Not yellow, but saffron's golden stain,
Your intellect, its loosened chain.
Worship this color, dark and deep,
No other hue, your soul will keep.
This color, a magic, this color, a magic,
This color, a magic, this color, a magic,
Oh, this color, a magic.
Krishna, your Krishna, dark,
We know, our Kanha, dark, set apart,
Light of the world, light of the world,
Light of the world, light of the world, he is.