nirmohi natwar se pad gaya pala re
nirmohi natwar se pad gaya pala re
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re
nirmohi natwar se pad gaya pala re
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re
nirmohi natwar se pad gaya pala re
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re

sir pe mukut liye kano me bali gale me vaijanti mala
sir pe mukut liye kano me bali gale me vaijanti mala
din ka suraj rat ka chanda mohan murli wala
jane kaisa jadu teri banasuri ne dala
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re
nirmohi natwar se pad gaya pala re
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re

badan mera bhige dekho tan mera kaape
badan mera bhige dekho tan mera kaape
ang sab nache kanahaiya ang sab nache kanahaiya
dholak maridang baje prem ki saj saje
naino me masti chayi sab kuch maine de diya tujhko
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re
nirmohi natwar se pad gaya pala re
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re

sawre salone rup dihkake mujhko diwana kar diya
sawre salone rup dihkake mujhko diwana kar diya
dharti bhi dole ambar bhi dole dole ye charo disaye
aaj dekho har gori bani brijbala re
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re
nirmohi natwar se pad gaya pala re
kanha teri murli ne mar dala re

A tryst with the heartless Dancer, it seems,
A tryst with the heartless Dancer, it seems,
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.
A tryst with the heartless Dancer, it seems,
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.
A tryst with the heartless Dancer, it seems,
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.

A crown upon His brow, earrings gleam, a garland,
A crown upon His brow, earrings gleam, a garland,
Day and night, the moon, Mohan, flute in hand,
What sorcery did your bamboo wand command?
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.
A tryst with the heartless Dancer, it seems,
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.

My body drenched, my very flesh does quake,
My body drenched, my very flesh does quake,
Limbs all dance, O Krishna, limbs all shake,
Drums and timbrels sound, love's music to make,
Madness in my eyes, I gave all I could take.
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.
A tryst with the heartless Dancer, it seems,
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.

O Dark One, with beauty, you made me a fool,
O Dark One, with beauty, you made me a fool,
The earth does sway, the heavens, they too, rule,
The four directions, as witness to this duel,
Today, each maiden, a Brinda, of this pool.
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.
A tryst with the heartless Dancer, it seems,
Krishna's flute, a death of sweetest dreams.