baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
rang se muraari
gopi sab bhaan bhuli bas chitt bhaari
gopi sab bhaan bhuli bas chitt bhaari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
o rang se muraari

raadhaa sab taal chuki laagi ur kataari
raadhaa sab taal chuki laagi ur kataari
jamunaa jal ulat bhagi sudh budh bisaari
jamunaa jal ulat bhagi sudh budh bisaari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
o rag se muraari

bridaaban basi baaji tin lok pyaari
bridaaban basi baaji tin lok pyaari
gop baal magan bhaye
gop baal magan bhaye brij ki sab naari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
o rag se muraari

sudar ghanashyaam prabhu sudar tan dhaari
sudar ghanashyaam prabhu sudar tan dhaari
sudar man moh nikal jaa_un balihaari
sudar man moh nikal jaa_un balihaari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
baansuri bajaa_i aaj rag se muraari
o rang se muraari

Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Color me, Murari.
The Gopis forget themselves, their hearts heavy with the flute's art.
The Gopis forget themselves, their hearts heavy with the flute's art.
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Oh, color me, Murari.

Radha casts aside all else, a dagger in her heart's core.
Radha casts aside all else, a dagger in her heart's core.
The Yamuna's waters churn, forgetting sense and reason.
The Yamuna's waters churn, forgetting sense and reason.
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Oh, color me, Murari.

In Vrindavan, the flute plays, beloved by all three worlds.
In Vrindavan, the flute plays, beloved by all three worlds.
The Gopas are enraptured.
The Gopas are enraptured, and all the women of Braj too.
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Oh, color me, Murari.

Beautiful Shyam, the Lord, in a beautiful form you come.
Beautiful Shyam, the Lord, in a beautiful form you come.
My beautiful heart is charmed; I am lost in worship.
My beautiful heart is charmed; I am lost in worship.
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Today, the flute sings, "Color me, Murari."
Oh, color me, Murari.