mai natkhat ek kali badi re badi hu manchali
dil hai diwana mera rup suhana mera
koi mat aana meri gali mai natkhat ek kali

baje re manjire baje re manjire
jamuna ke tire radha sang shyam nache
mand mand dhire dhire mand mand dhire
baje re manjire
mai natkhat ek kali badi re badi hu manchali
dil hai diwana mera rup suhana mera
koi mat aana meri gali mai natkhat ek kali

nazo ki pali mai hu re sanche me dhali mai hu re
nazo ki pali mai hu re sanche me dhali mai hu re
mera jadu ho mera jadu koi kya jane
chanchal putli mai hu re
mukh mod mod nachau tan tod tod nachu
mohe lage re ho mohe lage re
mohe lage re dunia badi bhali
mai natkhat ek kali badi re badi hu manchali
dil hai diwana mera rup suhana mera
koi mat aana meri gali mai natkhat ek kali

chalo ri chalo gaiya murli pukare
panghat pe leela karte sawariya pyare
hone lagi khicha tani kanhaiya ne ek na mani
sharmaye ho sharmaye radha rani
lat uljhi re baje re manjire baje re manjire
jamuna ke tire radha sang shyam nache
mand mand dhire dhire mand mand dhire
baje re manjire
mai natkhat ek kali badi re badi hu manchali
dil hai diwana mera rup suhana mera
koi mat aana meri gali mai natkhat ek kali

I am a playful bud, wild and free,
A heart untamed, my spirit glee.
My form, a vision, sweet to see,
Stay away from my street, for I am a playful bud.

The cymbals chime, the cymbals chime,
On Yamuna's banks, in sacred rhyme,
Radha dances with Shyam, sublime,
Slowly, gently, through space and time.
The cymbals chime.
I am a playful bud, wild and free,
A heart untamed, my spirit glee.
My form, a vision, sweet to see,
Stay away from my street, for I am a playful bud.

Raised in grace, in truth I reside,
Raised in grace, in truth I abide.
My magic unseen, a mystery untold,
A restless soul, forever to glide.
I turn and dance, my body entwined,
The world, so fair, my heart finds.
I am a playful bud, wild and free,
A heart untamed, my spirit glee.
My form, a vision, sweet to see,
Stay away from my street, for I am a playful bud.

Come, let's go, the flute calls out,
At the water's edge, a sacred bout,
Krishna's play, a whispered doubt.
A playful tug, he won't give in,
Shy Radha, a blush begins.
The braid undone, the cymbals chime, the cymbals chime,
On Yamuna's banks, in sacred rhyme,
Radha dances with Shyam, sublime,
Slowly, gently, through space and time.
The cymbals chime.
I am a playful bud, wild and free,
A heart untamed, my spirit glee.
My form, a vision, sweet to see,
Stay away from my street, for I am a playful bud.