chanda suraj ki jyoti ban
chamak rahe aaksah me
krishan sudama jaisi koi
katha nahi itihas me

amar mitrta ki misaal hum kahi na pate hai
amar mitrta ki misaal hum kahi na pate hai
krishan sudama ke jivan ki jhalak dikhate hai
sudama din hin kangal
krishan dukhiyo ke din dayal
amar mitrta ki misaal hum kahi na pate hai
o krishan sudama ke jivan ki jhalak dikhate hai
sudama din hin kangal
krishan dukhiyo ke din dayal

janam liya bhagwan krishan ke kans ke karagar me
palne lage nand ke aangan
maa yashoda ke pyar me
idhar sudama janma jis par ghiri ghataye kaali thi
aankh khuli balak ki to
mata ne aankh phira li thi
idhar krishan jis par sare gokul ka pyar barasta tha
udhar sudama ek bund pane ko pyar tarasta tha

phir kanha ko kuntil kans ne
chhal se mathura bulvaya
jaha prabhu ne pal bhar me
yamlok nich ko pahunchaya
din sudama jiske mukh par
divay gyan ka deep jale
guru saandip ne sang use
lekar aashram ki or chale
aur udhar balram krishan bhi gurukul jate hai
krishan sudama ke jivan ki jhalak dikhate hai
amar mitrta ki misaal hum kahi na pate hai
o krishan sudama ke jivan ki jhalak dikhate hai
sudama din hin kangal
krishan dukhiyo ke din dayal
sudama din hin kangal
krishan dukhiyo ke din dayal

Like sun and moon, a shared sky's bright grace,
In tales of old, no story finds their space.
A bond of souls, a timeless, sacred art,
Krishna, Sudama, etched within the heart.

We seek in vain this love's eternal flame,
Krishna and Sudama, whispering their name.
Sudama, poor, in shadows he did dwell,
Krishna, the kind, whose love would always tell.
We seek in vain this love's eternal flame,
Krishna and Sudama, whispering their name.
Sudama, poor, in shadows he did dwell,
Krishna, the kind, whose love would always tell.

In Kansa's chains, the Lord took earthly birth,
Reared in Nand's embrace, of pure, divine worth.
Yashoda's love, a sheltering, gentle hand,
While Sudama's birth, in shadows, did expand.
The child's eyes opened, mother turned away,
While Krishna basked in Gokul's light of day.
One, love's embrace, in measure overflowing,
The other thirsted, for a tender showing.

Then Kansa sly, with wicked, tempting lies,
Drew Krishna forth, beneath deceptive skies.
The Lord's swift hand, in that decisive hour,
Sent Kansa down, to death's dark, final bower.
Sudama, wise, with wisdom's inner fire,
Sandeepani's light, his guiding, warm desire.
With Guru near, to ashram's holy shore,
While Krishna, with Balaram, learned and explored.
Krishna and Sudama, whispering their name.
We seek in vain this love's eternal flame,
Krishna and Sudama, whispering their name.
Sudama, poor, in shadows he did dwell,
Krishna, the kind, whose love would always tell.
Sudama, poor, in shadows he did dwell,
Krishna, the kind, whose love would always tell.