madhuban me jo kanhaiya kisi gopi se mile
kabhi muskaye, kabhi chhede, kabhi baat kare
radha kaise na jale, radha kaise na jale
aag tan man me lage, radha kaise na jale
radha kaise na jale
madhuban me bhale kanha kisi gopi se mile
man me toh radha ke hi prem ke hain phul khile
kis liye radha jale, kis liye radha jale
bina soche samjhe, kis liye radha jale
kis liye radha jale

o gopiya tare hain, chand hai radha
phir kyun hai usko biswas aadha
o gopiya tare hain, chand hai radha
phir kyun hai usko biswas aadha
kanhaji ka jo sada idhar udhar dhyan rahe
radha bechari ko phir apne pe kya maan rahe
gopiya aani jani hain, radha toh man ki rani hai
gopiya aani jani hain, radha toh man ki rani hai
sanjh sakhare jamna kinare, radha radha hi kanha pukare
oye hoye oye hoye
baaho ke har jo dale koi kanha ke gale
radha kaise na jale, radha kaise na jale
aag tan man me lage, radha kaise na jale
radha kaise na jale

man me hai radhe ko kanha jo basaye
toh kanha kaahe ko use na bataye
prem ki apni alag boli, alag bhasa hai
baat naino se ho kanha ki yahi aasa hai
kanha ke ye jo naina hain, chhine gopiyo ke chaina hain
kanha ke ye jo naina hain, chhine gopiyo ke chaina hain
mili najariya hui bawariya, gori gori si koi gujariya
kanha ka pyar kisi gopi ke man me jo pale
kis liye radha jale, radha jale, radha jale
radha kaise na jale, kis liye radha jale
radha kaise na jale, kis liye radha jale
kis liye radha jale
radha kaise na jale, kis liye radha jale
kis liye radha jale
radha kaise na jale, radha kaise na jale
radha kaise na jale


lyrics typed by : ruchita parab

In Madhuban, when Krishna meets a gopi's gaze,
Sometimes smiles, teases, a whispered phrase.
How could Radha's heart not burn, not ignite?
Flames of doubt within, in the fading light.
How could Radha's heart not burn?

Though in Madhuban, Krishna may meet other eyes,
In Radha's heart, love's true blossom lies.
Why would Radha burn, why the searing pain?
Without understanding, the pouring rain?
Why would Radha burn?

The gopis, like stars, Radha, the moon so bright,
Why does she harbor doubt, dimming her light?
The gopis, like stars, Radha, the moon so bright,
Why does she harbor doubt, dimming her light?
Krishna's attention, here and there may stray,
What respect then for Radha's heart's true sway?
The gopis come and go, but Radha, queen of his soul,
The gopis come and go, but Radha makes him whole.
Evening and dawn, by the Yamuna's flow,
Radha, Radha, Krishna whispers low.
Oh, how, oh, how!
If arms embrace, a garland round Krishna's neck,
How could Radha's heart not break, not wreck?
Flames of doubt within, in her body's ache.
How could Radha's heart not break?

If Radha holds Krishna within her core,
Why does he not reveal what he adores?
Love's own language, a tongue both deep and true,
Through eyes alone, Krishna’s hopes renew.
Krishna's eyes, a radiant, captivating gleam,
Stealing the gopis' peace, their waking dream.
Krishna's eyes, a radiant, captivating gleam,
Stealing the gopis' peace, their waking dream.
A glance exchanged, their hearts now swayed and spun,
A fair maiden, her race now run.
If Krishna's love, in a gopi's heart takes hold,
Why would Radha burn, now feeling cold?
Radha burns, Radha burns, Radha burns...
How could Radha's heart not burn? Why the searing plea?
How could Radha's heart not burn? Why the searing plea?
Why the scorching plea?
How could Radha's heart not burn? Why the searing plea?
Why the scorching plea?
How could Radha's heart not burn, not break?
How could Radha's heart not burn?