jab kanha ki meethi murailya baje
jab kanha ki meethi murailya baje
kisi ko rijhaye kisi ko tadpaye
kisi ko rijhaye kisi ko tadpaye
jab kanha ki meethi murailya baje

panghat pe naino se karke ishara
panghat pe naino se karke ishara
natkhat sawariya ne mujhko pukara
bairan murliya ne jadu sa dara
bairan murliya ne jadu sa dara
taano ka ban haye taan taan mara
mai to panghat pe rah gayi khadi ki khadi
chala bhi na jaye ruka bhi nahi jaye
chala bhi na jaye ruka bhi nahi jaye
jab kanha ki mithi muraliya baje

mai hi jo hoti kanha ki basuriya
mai hi jo hoti kanha ki basuriya
ho sang sang rakhte mujhe bhi sawariya
hatho me sajti mai hontho se lagti
hatho me sajti mai hontho se lagti
mujhpe jo padti mohan ki najariya
mere man me hai kya kya umange bhari
batayi na jaye chupayi bhi na jaye
batayi na jaye chupayi bhi na jaye
jab kanha ki meethi murailya baje
murailya baje murailya baje
murailya baje murailya baje

When Krishna's sweet flute does play,
When Krishna's sweet flute does play,
Some are charmed, some are in pain,
Some are charmed, some are in pain,
When Krishna's sweet flute does play.

At the well, a glance from his eyes,
At the well, a glance from his eyes,
The mischievous dark one called to me,
That cruel flute cast a spell of grace,
That cruel flute cast a spell of grace,
Arrows of song, oh, it drew and soared,
I stood rooted at the water's edge,
Neither to go nor to remain,
Neither to go nor to remain,
When Krishna's sweet flute does play.

If I were but Krishna's own flute,
If I were but Krishna's own flute,
He would keep me always near,
Adorned in his hands, upon his lips,
Adorned in his hands, upon his lips,
As his gaze would fall upon me,
My heart is filled with yearning deep,
To tell, yet not to tell,
To tell, yet not to tell,
When Krishna's sweet flute does play,
The flute does play, the flute does play,
The flute does play, the flute does play.