ghir aaye ras megha rasik ji
sun murli dhun pyaari
janam janam li pyas liye ham
aai sharan tumhari
ghir aaye ras megha rasik ji

raas rachao ji gana bajaao ji
janam janam ki pyaas bujhaao ji
pyaas bujhaao ji
raas rachao ji gana bajaao ji
janam janam ki pyaas bujhaao ji
pyaas bujhaao ji
raas rachao ji gana bajaao ji
janam janam ki pyaas bujhaao ji
pyaas bujhaao ji

pyaasa papiha pi pi bole
main ghanshyaam pukare
rom rom me murli baaje
gunje krishana murari
krishana murari re, krishana murari re
tum ho madhuban ke hum hai tumhari re
krishana murari re, krishana murari re
krishana murari re
shyaam man mohaniya murli bajao ji
raas rachaao ji
raas rachao ji gana bajaao ji
janam janam ki pyaas bujhaao ji
pyaas bujhaao ji
raas rachao ji

Clouds of bliss gather, O Beloved,
As your flute's sweet song descends.
A thirst of lifetimes, we bring,
To your sheltering presence,
Clouds of bliss gather, O Beloved.

Dance the dance, play the song,
Quench the thirst of ages, O Shyam,
Quench the thirst.
Dance the dance, play the song,
Quench the thirst of ages, O Shyam,
Quench the thirst.
Dance the dance, play the song,
Quench the thirst of ages, O Shyam,
Quench the thirst.

The thirsty *papiha* cries, *pi pi*,
I call out to the Dark One.
In every pore, the flute resounds,
Krishna Murari echoes.
Krishna Murari, Krishna Murari,
You are the Madhuban, we are yours.
Krishna Murari, Krishna Murari,
Krishna Murari.
Shyam, the heart-stealer, play your flute,
Dance the dance.
Dance the dance, play the song,
Quench the thirst of ages, O Shyam,
Quench the thirst.
Dance the dance.