mora rup rang mora ang ang
hole hole dole kanha tore sang sang
mora rup rang mora ang ang
hole hole dole kanha tore sang sang
hole hole dole kanha tore sang sang
mora rup rang

kya gokul me kya mathura me, kya hai bindraban me
kya gokul me kya mathura me, kya hai bindraban me
choad ke briz briz vasi, bas jao more man me
ek anek se ham ho jaye, ek duje me kho jaye
chori chori milne se aa gayi mai tang
mora rup rang mora ang ang
hole hole dole kanha tore sang sang
mora rup rang

o mora ji chahe chup jau, is bhige aachal me
kaisi aag laga di mohan
kaisi aag laga di mohan, radha jal gayi jal me
mora ji chahe chup jau, is bhige aachal me
chhu lu tohe ang laga lu, pyase man ki pyas bhujha lu
jamna ji me maoj uthe, man me uthe umang
mora rup rang mora ang ang
hole hole dole kanha tore sang sang
mora rup rang

o dekh idher mat dekh piya, mai dekh rahi hu darpan
ji bhar dugi mai kar dugi
ji bhar dugi mai kar dugi, tan man tuhare arpan
dekh idher mat dekh piya, mai dekh rahi hu darpan
apne ko taiyar to kar lu, mai solaha singar to kar lu
laaj ke mare ho gaya lal ye gora rang
mora rup rang mora ang ang
hole hole dole kanha tore sang sang
mora rup rang

ye resham ki dor madhuban, ye chandan ka jhula
ye resham ki dor madhuban, ye chandan ka jhula
dhyan nahi kab din duba, kab bhor bahi sab bhula
aise mast pawan ke jhoke, kaise koi man ko rake
kaisi ye udan re kaise ye tarang
mora rup rang mora ang ang
hole hole dole kanha tore sang sang
mora rup rang

My form, my hue, each limb and part,
I sway and tremble, Krishna, near your heart.
My form, my hue, each limb and part,
I sway and tremble, Krishna, near your heart.
I sway and tremble, Krishna, near your heart.
My form, my hue.

What of Gokul, Mathura's plight, or Vrindavan's hold?
What of Gokul, Mathura's plight, or Vrindavan's hold?
Leaving the Braj's folk, within my heart, unfold.
From one to many, we entwine, in each other, we combine.
Tired am I of secret meetings, the story of old.
My form, my hue, each limb and part,
I sway and tremble, Krishna, near your heart.
My form, my hue.

My heart desires to hide away, within this drenched shawl,
What fire have you ignited, Mohan?
What fire have you ignited, Radha burns in the water's thrall.
My heart desires to hide away, within this drenched shawl,
Touch you, embrace you, quench, I pray, my thirsty soul's call.
Yamuna's waves now rise and gleam, my heart with joy, does teem.
My form, my hue, each limb and part,
I sway and tremble, Krishna, near your heart.
My form, my hue.

Oh, look not there, my love, I gaze, within the mirror's sheen,
I'll fill you to the brim,
I'll fill you to the brim, your body and soul, I ween.
Look not there, my love, I gaze, within the mirror's sheen,
Myself I must prepare and frame, adorn myself, a maiden's game.
Shame's blush has painted crimson, this fair and gentle scene.
My form, my hue, each limb and part,
I sway and tremble, Krishna, near your heart.
My form, my hue.

The silken thread of Madhuban, this swing of sandalwood,
The silken thread of Madhuban, this swing of sandalwood,
When day was done, I knew not when, when dawn arrived, all stood.
In such a breeze of ecstasy, how can one's heart be free?
What soaring flight, what vibrant flood?
My form, my hue, each limb and part,
I sway and tremble, Krishna, near your heart.
My form, my hue.