kanan more sham rang ghole kaun
hari hari bole kaun
kanan more shyam rang ghole kaun
hari hari bole kaun
kanan more shyam rang ghole kaun
hari hari bole kaun
kanan more shyam rang ghole kaun
hari hari bole kaun

aise ras nam bhare ras naz ki nahi bisre
aise ras nam bhare ras naz ki nahi bisre
adhar rachat hai basat wako bhed khole kaun
hari hari bole kaun
kanan more shyam rang ghole kaun
hari hari bole kaun

tute nahi lagan mori tute nahi milan dor
tute nahi lagan mori tute nahi milan dor
dhunde man ganga das prem ke hindole ko
prem ke hindole ko hari hari bole kaun
kanan more shyam rang ghole kaun
hari hari bole kaun

In the forest of my heart, who paints the dusk?
Who speaks in emerald, vibrant as a husk?
In the forest of my heart, who paints the dusk?
Who speaks in emerald, vibrant as a husk?
In the forest of my heart, who paints the dusk?
Who speaks in emerald, vibrant as a husk?
In the forest of my heart, who paints the dusk?
Who speaks in emerald, vibrant as a husk?

Such nectar flows, a name so sweet,
A taste that memory cannot defeat.
Upon the lips, a secret takes its stand,
Who unveils the core, with an understanding hand?
Who speaks in emerald, vibrant as a husk?
In the forest of my heart, who paints the dusk?
Who speaks in emerald, vibrant as a husk?

My devotion shall not break, nor will my union cease,
My devotion shall not break, nor will my union cease.
My heart seeks the Ganges, a swing of ten loves to appease,
A swing of love, oh, who can now appease?
Who speaks in emerald, vibrant as a husk?
In the forest of my heart, who paints the dusk?
Who speaks in emerald, vibrant as a husk?