jamuna kinare koi bansi bajaye
behti jamuna ruk ruk jaye
jamuna kinare koi bansi bajaye
behti jamuna ruk ruk jaye
bansi bajane wale dil le gya
dil le gya dil le gya
koyal ke dil me dard de gaya
bansi bajane wale dil le gaya
dil le gya dil le gaya
koyal ke dil me dard de gaya
jamuna kinare koi bansi bajaye
behti jamuna ruk ruk jaye

bansi suna ke ranga apne hi rang me
bijli si daud gayi mere ang ang me
bansi suna ke ranga apne hi rang me
bijli si daud gayi mere ang ang me
bijli si daud gayi mere ang ang me
kuchh bhi to hosh nahi hosh kho gya
hosh kho gya
koyal ke dil me dard de gaya
jamuna kinare koi bansi bajaye
behti jamuna ruk ruk jaye

bansi ki taal par daudi daudi aa gyi
gaon ki morni bhagi bhagi aa gyi
bansi ki taal par daudhi daudi aa gyi
gaon ki morni bhagi bhagi aa gyi
gaon ki morni bhagi bhagi aa gyi
ram jane ram jane kya ho gya
kya ho gya
koyal ke dil me dard de gaya
bansi bajane wale dil le gya
dil le gya dil le gya
koyal ke dil me dard de gaya
jamuna kinare koi bansi bajaye

Upon the Jamuna's whispering shore, a flute does call,
The flowing river stills, heeding the thrall.
Upon the Jamuna's whispering shore, a flute's soft plea,
The flowing river stills, bound to decree.

The flute player stole my heart's sweet grace,
Stole it away, from this lonely space,
Ached in the heart of the singing, mournful dove,
The flute player stole, stole away my love.
Stole it away, from this lonely space,
Ached in the heart of the singing, mournful dove,
Upon the Jamuna's whispering shore, a flute's soft love.
The flowing river stills, to heavens above.

He colored me with his music's hue,
Like lightning, coursing, piercing through.
He colored me with his music's grace,
Like lightning, coursing, through every space,
Like lightning, coursing, through every part,
Lost all my senses, lost my heart,
Lost all my senses, lost my plight,
Ached in the heart of the dove's dark night.
Upon the Jamuna's whispering shore, a flute's sweet might,
The flowing river stills, bathed in the light.

At the flute's rhythm, I came with hurried feet,
The village peacock, running, a frantic beat.
At the flute's rhythm, I came with hurried tread,
The village peacock, to his music led,
The village peacock, to his music led,
God only knows, what I have done or said,
God only knows, what I became,
Ached in the heart, of the dove's sad name.
The flute player stole my heart's sweet grace,
Stole it away, from this lonely space,
Ached in the heart of the singing, mournful dove,
Upon the Jamuna's whispering shore, a flute's love.