jaat paat puchhe na koi
hari ko bhaje so hari ka hoi
shyam salone samne aao
shyam salone samne aao
darshan dekar laaj bachao
darshan dekar laaj bachao
shyam salone samne aao

murat bin mandir hai suna
pran bina jo kaya
murat bin mandir hai suna
pran bina jo kaya
aisi bhool bhayi kya mose
mukhda tumne chhupaya
in akhiyan ki, in akhiyan ki
pyaas bujhao, pyaas bujhao
shyam salone samne aao
shyam salone samne aao

mor mukut mukhda man bhavan
adhar murliya sohe
nat nagar ka roop suhavan
nat nagar ka roop suhavan
bhagtan ka man mohe
murli manohar dars dikhao, dars dikhao
shyam salone samne aao
shyam salone samne aao

unch nich ka bhed bhaav
kya tum bhi ab karte ho
unch nich ka bhed bhaav
kya tum bhi ab karte ho
duniya jise bada samjhe
uski jholi bharte ho
badal gaye kyun, badal gaye kyun
mujhko bataao, mujhko bataao
shyam salone samne aao
shyam salone samne aao

sunte hai dukhiya jo tumhe pukaare
dur ho pal me uske dukhde saare
apno ko itna bhi nahi rulaao
ek baar phir prem ki bansi bajaao
bhed bhaav ko is duniya se mitaao
andhiyare me phir prakash failao
chhupe kaha ho
chhupe kaha ho ab to samne aao
samne aao, samne aao

No caste asked, none perceived,
He who chants the Lord, becomes the Lord indeed.
Dark-hued beauty, appear before me,
reveal your form, and rescue me.
Dark-hued beauty, appear before me.

Without your image, the temple is bare,
as a body without breath, a vacant lair.
What error have I made, tell me why,
your face, from me, do you now deny?
Quench these eyes, their burning thirst,
Dark-hued beauty, appear before me.
Dark-hued beauty, appear before me.

Peacock crown, your face so fair,
lips upon the flute you wear.
The dancer of the world, a captivating sight,
the hearts of devotees take flight.
Enchanting flute player, show your face,
Dark-hued beauty, appear before me.
Dark-hued beauty, appear before me.

Do you too, now judge, this way,
by the distinctions that men lay?
Do you fill the coffers, of those held high,
by the world’s acclaim, beneath their sky?
Why have you changed? Tell me why?
Dark-hued beauty, appear before me.
Dark-hued beauty, appear before me.

They say, to those who call in pain,
you swiftly ease their heavy chain.
Do not weep, your own so dear,
play the flute of love, let all now hear.
Erase the divides, from this world's plight,
and spread your light through darkest night.
Where are you hidden?
Where are you hidden? Now appear,
appear, appear, now appear!