ek tha kaanha ek thi radha
aaj o geet sunao na
un dono ki prem kahani
ham nache tum gao na
pandit gyani aur pujari
kya sadhu kya sanyasi
sab kahte hai jhuth hame tum
sachchi baat batao na
kya sach hain kya jhuth hain
are kya sach hain kya jhuth hain, ye hamse na puchho
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
kya sach hain kya jhuth hain, ye hamse na puchho
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
are kya sach hain kya jhuth hain, ye hamse na puchho

tan se lagta kunwar kanhaiya
man se lagta jogi hain
koi kahe bahrupiya usko
koi kahe wo dhongi hain
jaisi jiski najar hain, vaisa dikhta bala jogi hain
na bahrupiya na wo dhongi
wo to prem ka rogi hain
aaye hay prem rog kisko kahte hain
itna to bolo, bolo itana to bolo
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
are kya sach hain kya jhuth hain

kaun use baandhe hain jispe
chalta nahi hain kisi ka rob
in hatho me dor hain uski
jiske hath me sabki dor
jo sabko bandhe hain us par
chalta sirf dilo ka jor
ek taraf rakhi ka bandhan
ek taraf mamta ki dor
ek tisra karm ka bandhan, uski baat kaho
ho uski baat kaho
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
are kya sach hain kya jhuth hain

puchh liya hain apne dil se
dil me aakar chor chhupa
bhed hamara jaan liya par
apna dil na khol saka
uske dil me sabki mohabbat
dil na kisi ka tod saka
bolna chaha tha sach sach par
pyar kiye na bol saka
dil to ho jhutha hain sari, duniya se kah do
kah do duniya se kah do
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
are kya sach hain kya jhuth hain

wo sabka rakhwala hain fir
chor use kyun kahte hain
badnami bhi karte hain
aur uske bina na rahte hain
usne churaya hain dil sabka
log to sach hi kahte hain
jaha pe apna dil rahta ho
vahi to ham sab rahte hain
kaha pe uska dil laga
aur kiske chor hain wo bolo
kiske chor hain wo
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
apni aatma se puchho, apne raam se puchho
are kya sach hain kya jhuth hain

Once there was Krishna, once there was Radha,
Sing us that song, won't you?
Their tale of love, so deep,
Let us dance, and you sing.
Priests and scholars,
Saints and ascetics,
All whisper lies, they say,
Tell us the truth, won't you?

What is truth, and what is false?
Oh, do not ask us,
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
What is truth, and what is false?
Oh, do not ask us,
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Oh, what is truth, and what is false?
Do not ask us.

From the body, a prince, young Kanhaiya,
From the heart, a yogi seems to be,
Some call him a deceiver,
Some a pretender, so they say.
As one sees, so he appears, that wandering yogi,
Neither a deceiver nor a pretender,
He is a lover of love itself.
Ah, what is this love? Tell us,
Tell us, at least tell us this.
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Oh, what is truth, and what is false?

Who can bind him, on whom
No one's power holds sway?
In his hands, the strings,
Whose hands hold all the strings.
He binds all, but on him
Only the heart's force can play.
On one side, the bond of Rakhi,
On the other, the threads of motherly love.
And a third, the bond of karma, speak of it.
Speak of it, speak of it.
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Oh, what is truth, and what is false?

We have asked our hearts,
A thief hides within our heart,
Knowing our secrets,
But could not open its own heart.
In his heart, love for all,
Never breaking another's heart.
Wished to speak the truth, but
Could not speak, for love's sake.
The heart is false, tell the world,
Tell the world, tell the world.
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Oh, what is truth, and what is false?

He is the protector of all, yet
Why do they call him a thief?
They bring him shame,
Yet cannot live without him.
He has stolen everyone's heart,
People speak the truth, it seems.
Where our heart resides,
There we all reside.
Where does his heart linger?
Whose thief is he? Tell us.
Whose thief is he?
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Ask your own soul, ask your own Ram.
Oh, what is truth, and what is false?