na mujh mai gun koi aisa
na mera radha naam
na mera radha naam

phir bhi tum meri baah pakad lo
vinti karu ghanshyam
ha vinti karu ghanshyam
na mujh mai gun

chandan ke birha se tilak lagaya
mor ke pankh se mukat sazaya
basuriya ko bhi
basuriya ko bhi mukh se lagaya
mohe bhi tum parbhu charan laga lo
vinti karu ghanshyam
vinti karu ghanshyam
na mujh mai gun

janke mohe tum tulsi ki mala
janke mohe tum brij ki bala
murli manohar
murli manohar o nandlala
mohe bhi tum parbhu apna bana lo
vinti karu ghanshyam

No virtue dwells within my frame,
No Radha's name do I proclaim.
No, Radha's name is not my own.

Yet grasp my hand, I humbly plead,
Oh, Dark One, hear my heart's deep need,
Yes, Dark One, hear my plea alone.
No virtue dwells...

With sandalwood, a mark you've placed,
With peacock plumes, your brow embraced,
The flute, you raised it to your face,
My heart yearns for your holy place,
Oh, Dark One, hear my humble plea.
Yes, Dark One, hear my plea.
No virtue dwells...

Knowing me as Tulsi’s strand,
Knowing me as Brindavan's land,
Murali Manohar,
Murali Manohar, oh Nand's Son, so grand,
Take me, Lord, and make me your own,
Oh, Dark One, hear my plea.
Yes, Dark One, hear my plea.
No virtue dwells...