bansi banu bansidhar ki main bansi banu bansidhar ki
tum radha bano natnagar ki
bansi banu bansidhar ki main bansi banu bansidhar ki
tum radha bano natnagar ki
main bansi banu bansidhar ki
tum krishna bano main radha banu
tum krishna bano main radha banu
dil ke dgriya feru nagriya
dil ke dgriya feru nagriya
kis dgriya mile sawriya
kis dgriya mile sawriya
wo chori kare more makhan ki
wo chori kare more makhan ki
main chori karu unke man ki
main chori karu unke man ki
main bansi banu bansidhar ki

jab hove aadhi raat sakhi
jab hove aadhi raat sakhi
hari aake chupke chupke se
hari aake chupke chupke se
kuch kahe madhur si baat sakhi
kuch kahe madhur si baat sakhi
jhume makhan kha kanha
tumko stata na makhan
lutatha baate bnata
sakhi re nache sri nand lal nache
nache re sri nand lal nache
nache radha gwala nache
nache radha gwala nache
nache nache radha nache nache radha
nache radha gwala nache

taak thaiya thai taak thaiya thai
taak thaiya thai taak thaiya thai
taak thai taak thai taak thai taak thai
nache re shri nand lal nache
nache re shri nand lal nache
nache radha gwala nache
nache radha gwala nache
nache nache radha nache nache radha
nache nache radha nache nache radha

To his flute, I yearn to be,
To Krishna's call, eternally.
You, Radha, dance with grace,
With the dancer of the cosmic space.
To his flute, I yearn to be,
You, Krishna, come and set me free,
I'll be Radha, in your embrace,
Upon your heart, find my place.

Through the heart's path, I wander near,
Through the city, year after year,
Seeking the beloved's trace,
Where does my dark love find his place?
He steals the butter, sweet and fine,
I steal his heart, and make it mine.
To his flute, I yearn to be.

When midnight softly sighs,
He comes, in whispered guise.
He speaks of secrets, tender and low,
Of sweet nothings that make my spirit glow.
He steals the butter, a playful jest,
Though no butter will he ever detest.
He steals the butter, a playful jest,
You are the butter in my chest.
Nand's son dances, a joyful sight,
Radha dances, bathed in light.
The dancers twirl, a joyful sound,
As Radha and the cowherd dance around.

Tak thaiya thai, the rhythm's call,
Tak thaiya thai, embracing all.
Nand's son dances, in ecstasy,
Radha dances, wild and free.
The dancers twirl, a joyful sound,
As Radha and the cowherd dance around.