manmohan krishna murari
tere charno ki balihari
wari wari jau mai banwari
manmohan krishna murari

palak mund kar dekhu tumko
palak mund kar dekhu tumko
madhur madhur muskate
kalindi ke tat par baithe
kalindi ke tat par baithe
mithi tal sunate
sun radha sudh budh hari re
sun radha sudh budh hari re
man mohan krishna murari
tere charno ki balihari
wari wari jau mai banwari
manmohan krishna murari

tan tumse man mohan tumse
tan tumse man mohan tumse
tumse jiwan jyoti
saup chuki mai tumko swami
saup chuki mai tumko swami
apne man ka moti
jhuthi hai ye dunia sari re
jhuthi hai ye dunia sari re
manmohan krishna murari
tere charno ki balihari
wari wari jau mai banwari
manmohan krishna murari
manmohan krishna murari
tere charno ki balihari

My heart's beloved, Krishna, flute-playing Lord,
To your blessed feet, my soul is poured.
Again and again, to you I bow, dark one,
My heart's beloved, Krishna, flute-playing one.

With closed eyes, I seek your form divine,
With closed eyes, I see your smile entwine.
Sweet, sweet your smile, a sacred art,
Upon Kalindi's bank, you play your part.
Upon Kalindi's bank, where music flows,
Sweet melodies, the very river knows.
Radha hears, and all is lost to bliss,
Radha hears, drawn to a tender kiss.
My heart's beloved, Krishna, flute-playing Lord,
To your blessed feet, my soul is poured.
Again and again, to you I bow, dark one,
My heart's beloved, Krishna, flute-playing one.

My body yours, my heart, my Krishna's own,
My body yours, my Krishna's throne.
You are the light that guides my soul,
To you, my Lord, I give my all.
To you I give, my heart's most precious gem,
To you I give, my diademed diadem.
This world is false, a fleeting shade,
This world is false, a masquerade.
My heart's beloved, Krishna, flute-playing Lord,
To your blessed feet, my soul is poured.
Again and again, to you I bow, dark one,
My heart's beloved, Krishna, flute-playing one.
My heart's beloved, Krishna, flute-playing Lord,
To your blessed feet, my soul is poured.