kaanha jag ka gorakh dhandha kaha jaaye na
kaanha jag ka gorakh dhandha kaha jaaye na
radha banke tore jag ma
radha banke tore jag ma raha jaaye na
kaanha jag ka gorakh dhandha kaha jaaye na

mai dukhiyan ke sab dukh har lu jo chahu mai kar du
mai dukhiyan ke sab dukh har lu jo chahu mai kar du
bhakt ke man ma aansu ka pyala
bhakt ke man ma aansu ka pyala piya jaaye na
kaanha jag ka gorakh dhandha kaha jaaye na

gokul dwaark vrindawan ma hoti gopiya apar
gokul dwaark vrindawan ma hoti gopiya apar
us panghat me kon hai radha
us panghat me kon hai meera kha jaaye na
kaanha jag ka gorakh dhandha kaha jaaye na

hey murlidhar murli tajo ban jao tum bhi jasoda
sunake lori khilake maakhan kahlao tum mata
hey murlidhar murli tajo ban jao tum bhi jasoda
sunake lori khilake maakhan kahlao tum mata
maiya mori mai nhi maakhan khao
ye vachan hai jhoota ye kathan hai jhoota
ye vachan hai jhoota ye kathan hai jhoota
chori par hai seena jori
ye baat hai khoti ye vachan hai jhoota
ye baat hai khoti ye vachan hai jhoota
jaanat jhooti batiya unhe sach
jaanat jhooti batiya unhe sach kaha jaye na
kaanha jag ka gorakh dhandha kaha jaaye na

tu pathar se aurat bankar charo or bikhar ja
janam maran ka khel bhulakr roj roj tu mar ja
kabhi ban radha kabhi ban meera
kabhi ban mata jasoda agni pariksha se gujar kar
ban seeta sa yodha ban seeta sa yodha
karwalu mai maha yudh ya dho lu parwat virat
par khokh hamri me ek laat ka pdhna saha jaaye na

Krishna, the world's maze, a riddle untold,
Krishna, the world's maze, a riddle untold,
As Radha, in this world's embrace,
As Radha, in this world's embrace,
To dwell, a plight, to be sustained, untold.
Krishna, the world's maze, a riddle untold.

I could erase all sorrow, fulfill every plea,
I could erase all sorrow, fulfill every plea,
But in the devotee's heart, a tear's bitter cup,
But in the devotee's heart, a tear's bitter cup,
To drink, a burden, a task I can't be,
Krishna, the world's maze, a riddle untold.

In Gokul, Dwarka, Vrindavan, the Gopis abound,
In Gokul, Dwarka, Vrindavan, the Gopis abound,
At that wellspring, who is Radha, who is Meera?
At that wellspring, who is Radha, who is Meera?
To discern, a question, its truth unbound,
Krishna, the world's maze, a riddle untold.

O Murli-bearer, abandon your flute, become Yashoda,
Sing lullabies, feed butter, be called mother.
O Murli-bearer, abandon your flute, become Yashoda,
Sing lullabies, feed butter, be called mother.
"Mother mine, I haven't eaten the butter,"
These words, a falsehood, this claim untrue,
These words, a falsehood, this claim untrue,
Stealing, then chest-thumping, a terrible game,
This action is wrong, these words untrue,
This action is wrong, these words untrue,
Knowing lies, they're called the truth,
Knowing lies, they're called the truth,
To be said, a knot, a truth unknown,
Krishna, the world's maze, a riddle untold.

Turn from stone to woman, scatter far,
Forget the game of birth, of death, and die each day.
Become Radha, become Meera,
Become Mother Yashoda, pass through fire's test,
Become Sita, a warrior so bold,
Become Sita, a warrior so bold,
I'd wage a great war, or wash a mountain vast,
But a kick in our womb, that I cannot hold.