anuraadhaa o anuraadhaa kyo ro pagali
ari is tarah rone se kyaa hogaa o
tum aansu ponchh rahi ho
magar mujhe hichakiyo ki awaaz to sunaa_i de rahi hai
achchhaa suno tumhe ek kahaani sunaa_un
bahot din huye ek baar gokul se gaye giradhaari gokul se gaye giradhaari
hu_i suni nagari saari gokul se gaye giradhaari

jit dekho ut chhaa_i udaasi rovat hai nar-naari
jit dekho ut chhaa_i udaasi rovat hai nar-naari
gokul se gaye giradhaari giradhaari to gokul se chale gaye
jo vrindaawan waale the unkaa kyaa haal huaa
nainan nir na chain jiyaa me nainan nir na chain jiyaa me
shok hu_aa ati bhaari Shok hua ati bhari

aur gopiyo ki haalat to aur bhi kharaab thi
bichaari kahati thi
kaise jaa_un jamunaa jal bharane kaise jaa_un jamunaa
jamunaa jal bharane kaise jaa_un jamunaa jal bharane
tat pe na aaj muraari tat pe na aaj muraari
magar sabase zyaadaa dukh jaanati ho kise hu_aa thaa
anuraadhaa jaisi ek raadhaa thi
bichaari bichaari ro-ro kar kahati thi
kaanh-kaanh har aan ratat man
kaanh-kaanh har aan ratat man
bhulat naahi bihaari bhulat naahi bihaari
kahe bidyaapati madhusudan ne
raadhe raadhe man se bisaari raadhe man se bisaari

Anuradha, oh Anuradha, why, my darling,
Why these tears, what solace will they bring?
You wipe the drops away, I see them fall,
But hear the tremors of your sobbing still.
Listen, let me tell you of a tale,
Long ago, when Krishna left Gokul's vale,
Girdhari departed, from Gokul's embrace.

Desolation spread, a silent, empty space,
Each heart was heavy, weeping day and night,
Girdhari gone, and shadows dimmed the light,
The folks of Vrindavan, what pain they knew,
No peace in hearts, no respite for the view,
Tears flowed, a sorrow that would never cease.

And the gopis, their anguish took its toll,
They cried, "How can we go to Yamuna's flow,
To draw the water, where our love has gone?
For on the banks, no Krishna can be known."
But, do you know, who suffered most, my dear?
Anuradha, like Radha, wept in fear.

She, poor soul, in broken whispers cried,
"Kanhaiya, Kanhaiya," her soul did sigh,
"His name, a constant echo in my heart,
My Bihari, never can we be apart."
Bidya-pati speaks, Madhusudan's plea,
"Radhe, Radhe," let your sorrow flee.