murli na ched kanha murli na ched kanha
mora ang ang lahraye mora ang ang lahraye
murli na ched kanha murli na ched kanha

man jhume pagla ke mori chunri dhale
man jhume pagla ke mori chunri dhale
maadhur tal sunat bikhar jat moh se
ab moh se ho ab moh se raha na jaye
murli na ched kanha mora ang ang lahraye
mora ang ang lahraye murli na ched kanha
murli na ched kanha

kanha tori murli mori sotan bhai
kanha tori murli mori sotan bhai
tumhare hath palne mukh ke sath haye mori
haye mori hasi udaye murli na ched kanha
mora ang ang lahraye mora ang ang lahraye
murli na ched kanha murli na ched kanha
murli na ched kanha

Do not play your flute, Krishna, do not.
My every limb begins to sway, my every limb.
Do not play your flute, Krishna, do not.

My mind, it dances, wild, my veil it sheds,
My mind, it dances, wild, my veil it sheds.
At the sweet rhythm, I unravel, lost to self,
From self now, oh, from self I cannot stay.
Do not play your flute, Krishna, my every limb sways,
My every limb sways, do not play your flute, Krishna,
Do not play your flute, Krishna.

Krishna, your flute, it is my rival now,
Krishna, your flute, it is my rival now.
Within your hand, upon your lips, alas,
It mocks my laughter, do not play your flute,
My every limb sways, my every limb sways,
Do not play your flute, Krishna, do not,
Do not play your flute, Krishna.