more ghar shyam shyam ghata
shyam ghata nahi barsi ho ghanshyam
shyamghata nahi barsi
pyasi akhiyan tarsi tarsi
shyamghata nahi barsi
more ghar shyam shyam ghata

mukh par bairan bansuri baje basuri baje
man bhitar shri radha biraje mukh par bairan
he ri sakhi kahe bairan boli
he ri sakhi kahe bairan boli
mori tan ki katha tune man se na toli
man se na toli bairan boli sun ri sakhi

maati bech milaya tan ko
rangmahal samjha sakhi ban ko
janm maran sang kheli holi
ang ang bhayo pori pori
nas nas phir jhal nikal daali
nas nas phir jhal nikal daali
man ki kagari mail nikali
tab jakar mori kismat jagi
he ri sakhi mori kismat agi
tab jakar mori kismat jagi
aur kahan ki mukh sang lagi

na main bansuri na main radha
na main bansuri na main radha
rang rup ko mujhme bandha
mori nouka kis vij tarasi
shyamghata nahi barsi
more ghar shyam shyam ghata

Dark clouds, Shyam, gather near my home,
Yet, O Dark One, no rain descends from this cloud,
No rain descends.
My thirsty eyes, they yearn, they yearn,
No rain descends.
Dark clouds, Shyam, gather near my home.

Across my face, a traitor flute does play,
While Radha dwells within my heart's deep way,
A traitor flute.
Oh, friend, why words of spite you speak?
Oh, friend, why words of spite you speak?
My body's tale, you weigh it not,
You weigh it not, the traitor's words you heed,

My clay I sold, and mingled with the form,
A palace of colors, I mistook my life,
With birth and death, I played the Holi game,
Each pore, each part, ablaze with fire,
Each vein, the light, I cast away,
Each vein, the light, I cast away,
From my heart's shore, I cast out grime,
Then, at last, my fortune woke,
Oh, friend, my fortune woke,
Then, at last, my fortune woke,
And sought the Dark One's face.

I am not the flute, nor Radha I,
Not the flute, nor Radha I,
Within me, form and color bind,
My boat, on what shore does it long?
No rain descends.
Dark clouds, Shyam, gather near my home.