na tori vanshee yo bhaave
na tori vanshee yo bhaave
na tori vanshee yo bhaave

pihoo kee leela karo na koee
moh laga yu jaave
na tori vanshi yo bhaave
na tori vanshi yo bhaave
na tori vanshi yo bhaave

jhoom uthe hai o
jhoom uthe hai lag ge moke lag ge
praan tadapate anchhaaliyo ke anchhaaliyo ke
haatho se too param door kar
haath balaee aave
na tori bansi yo gaave
na tori bansi yo gaave
oopar tere bayaakul lekar
umad raha re gopee sarvar
vasheekaran ye are ye chhod de saath ruk jaave
na toree vanshi yo bhaave
na toree vanshi yo bhaave
na toree vanshi yo bhaave

gokul kee mai gvaalan raadha
gvaalan raadha
vinatee kar le sun le kaanha
sun le kaanha
bhaav badalata nahin niraala sudha bhara gaave
na tori vanshee yo bhaave
na tori vanshee yo bhaave
na tori vanshee yo bhaave
na tori

Your flute, it stirs no chord within,
Your flute, it fails to touch the skin,
Your flute, it cannot call me in.

No play of yours, no mystic art,
Can bind a soul, or steal the heart.
Your flute, it stirs no chord within,
Your flute, it fails to touch the skin,
Your flute, it cannot call me in.

The world may sway, the heart may leap,
As to your spell the lost ones creep.
But from my hands, a world away,
Your touch, in vain, attempts to stay.
Your flute, it sings no soulful song,
Your flute, where whispers all belong,
Above, a fevered, restless plea,
Where gopis drown in ecstasy.
This charm, this snare, its hold release,
And stay your hand, and grant me peace.
Your flute, it stirs no chord within,
Your flute, it fails to touch the skin,
Your flute, it cannot call me in.

A Radha I, from Gokul's fold,
My plea I make, a tale unfolds.
O Krishna, hear, and understand,
My changeless love, by you unplanned.
Your flute, it stirs no chord within,
Your flute, it fails to touch the skin,
Your flute, it cannot call me in,
Your flute…