mohan ki muraliya baaje, ho sun thes jiya pe more laage
mohan ki muraliya baaje, ho sun thes jiya pe more laage

dur koyi murali ki dhun par git milan ke gaaye
jaane waale yaad me teri nind na mujhko aaye
jab chain se duniya soye, ho ek birha ka mara man jaage
mohan ki muraliya baaje, ho sun thes jiya pe more laage

raat kahe dharti par jag-mag chaandani ban kar barsu
aise me aa ke daras dikha jaa haay mai ro-ro tarsu
dil tod ke jaane waale, ho mohe kuchh nahi tujh bin saaje
mohan ki muraliya baaje, ho sun thes jiya pe more laage

luti bahaare saawan bita tut gaye wo sapne
jab se piya pardes sidhaare rahe na din wo apne
haay birha ke baadal kaale, ho chhaaya ghor andhera more aage
mohan ki muraliya baaje, ho sun thes jiya pe more laage

Krishna's flute now calls, a wound within my heart it weaves.
Krishna's flute now calls, a wound within my heart it weaves.
Across the distance, a melody of union softly sighs,
Lost in your memory, sleep escapes my weary eyes.
While the world finds solace deep, a lover's soul in longing grieves.
Krishna's flute now calls, a wound within my heart it weaves.

Night whispers, "I shall fall as silver moonlight's grace,"
Come to me, show your face, I yearn in this desolate space.
You, who broke my heart and left, nothing else my world receives.
Krishna's flute now calls, a wound within my heart it weaves.

Springtime stolen, monsoon's passed, the dreams now shattered lie,
Since my love has gone away, the days now cannot fly.
Oh, the clouds of parting gather, a darkness now believes,
Krishna's flute now calls, a wound within my heart it weaves.