shyam nahi bole radha bhi nahi boli
shyam nahi bole radha bhi nahi boli
bansuri boli to radha thumak thumak doli
thumak thumak doli
shyam nahi bole radha bhi nahi boli

fod di kanhaiya ne radha ki gagariya
fod di kanhaiya ne radha ki gagariya
chhin li radha ne murari ki muraliya
vinti kare mohan ?
vinti kare mohan ?
bansuri boli to radha thumak thumak doli
thumak thumak doli
shyam nahi bole radha bhi nahi boli

pass aaye kanha radha ji rahe ruthi
preet laagi sacchi, thitholi kare jhuthi
pass aaye kanha radha ji rahe ruthi
preet laagi sacchi, thitholi kare jhuthi
man ki kali dole par munh se nahi boli
man ki kali dole par munh se nahi boli
bansuri boli to radha thumak thumak doli
thumak thumak doli
shyam nahi bole radha bhi nahi boli

raas rache jamuna kinare sari sakhiya
baith gayi radha ji band kiye ankhiya
raas rache jamuna kinare sari sakhiya
baith gayi radha ji band kiye ankhiya
haar gaye mohan par aankh nahi kholi
haar gaye mohan par aankh nahi kholi
bansuri boli to radha thumak thumak doli
thumak thumak doli
shyam nahi bole radha bhi nahi boli
shyam nahi bole radha bhi nahi boli

He spoke no word, nor did she, Radha, speak.
He spoke no word, nor did she speak.
But when the flute wept, Radha danced, did leap,
She swayed and leaped.
He spoke no word, nor did she speak.

He shattered Radha's earthen, fragile grace,
He shattered Radha's fragile, earthen grace.
She snatched the flute from his beloved face,
While he sought grace.
Did Mohan plead?
Did Mohan plead?
But when the flute wept, Radha danced, did leap,
She swayed and leaped.
He spoke no word, nor did she speak.

He drew near, but Radha kept her face,
True love ignited, jesting, out of place.
He drew near, but Radha kept her face,
True love ignited, jesting, out of place.
Her heart, a bud, did tremble in its space,
Her heart, a bud, did tremble, yet no trace
Of words escaped.
But when the flute wept, Radha danced, did leap,
She swayed and leaped.
He spoke no word, nor did she speak.

Upon the Jamuna's banks, the Gopis spun,
And Radha sat, her eyes closed to the sun.
Upon the Jamuna's banks, the Gopis spun,
And Radha sat, her eyes closed, one by one.
Mohan was vanquished, her eyes had not begun
To open yet.
Mohan was vanquished, her eyes had not begun
But when the flute wept, Radha danced, did leap,
She swayed and leaped.
He spoke no word, nor did she speak,
He spoke no word, nor did she speak.