jamuna kinare baje shyaam ki basuriya
shyam ki basuriya baje shyam ki basuriya
shyam to hai radha ka baanvra
shyam to hai radha ka baanvra
o o kanha ke rang rangi radha banwariya
radha ke rang ranga sanvra
radha ke rang ranga sanvra
jamuna kinare baje shyaam ki basuriya
shyam ki basuriya baje shyam ki basuriya

gokul me gokul me, shor macha shor macha
kaha gayi gwalan ki chhoriya
kaha gayi gwalan ki chhoriya
ghar aangan ghar aangan, bisra ke bisra ke
mohan sang raas rache goriya
mohan sang raas rache goriya
ho o sab me samaake sabse aankhiya churake
raadha ke sang chala saawara
saawara saawara saawara saawara
jamuna kinare baje shyaam ki basuriya
shyam ki basuriya baje shyam ki basuriya

radha ki radha ki, payal se payal se
bandhi jaise murali ki taan re
bandhi jaise murali ki taan re
kanha ki kanha ki, murli me murli me
base jaise radha ke praan re
base jaise radha ke praan re
o o o radha ke jaisi koi duji na premika
kanha sa premi nahi dusra
saawara saawara saawara saawara
jamuna kinare baje shyaam ki basuriya
shyam ki basuriya baje shyam ki basuriya

Upon the Yamuna's shore, Shyam's flute does play,
Shyam's flute does play, Shyam's flute does play.
Shyam, Radhas's mad devotion, you see,
Shyam is Radha's love, eternally.
Oh, coloured by Kanhai's hues, Radha, in a daze,
By Radha's love, the dark one's gaze.
Dark one, dark one, dark one, dark one.
Upon the Yamuna's shore, Shyam's flute does play,
Shyam's flute does play, Shyam's flute does play.

In Gokul, in Gokul, a clamor takes its hold,
Where have the milkmaids gone, brave and bold?
Where have the milkmaids gone, their stories untold?
Leaving home and hearth, forgetting all,
With Mohan, the dance of love, they call.
Oh, in all, embracing all, from every eye,
With Radha, the dark one, dancing by.
Dark one, dark one, dark one, dark one.
Upon the Yamuna's shore, Shyam's flute does play,
Shyam's flute does play, Shyam's flute does play.

From Radha's, from Radha's, anklets, from each chime,
Bound as the melody, held through time.
From Kanhai's, from Kanhai's, flute, within its keep,
Radha's very life, so very deep.
Oh, oh, Radha, like her, no other love to see,
Like Kanhai, no other lover could be.
Dark one, dark one, dark one, dark one.
Upon the Yamuna's shore, Shyam's flute does play,
Shyam's flute does play, Shyam's flute does play.