prem nagar me rahne walo
ho apni dhun me kahne walo
ho kuch to jano o diwano

shri radha par swarg me laga ek abhishap
sau baras ka hoga tujhko
prem ka dukh santap
swarg ke sau baras
dharti par pal me jaye beet
dharti par phir janmi radha
liye krishan ki preet

radha ka sangam
radha ka sangam
hoga hoga hoga radha ka sangam
hoga hoga hoga radha ka sangam
prem hai janmo ka sangam
prem hai janmo ka sangam
aandhi aaye tufa aaye
chahe nikle dam
hoga hoga hoga radha ka sangam
hoga hoga hoga radha ka sangam
radha ka sangam
radha ka sangam

dil jo dukhega dard badhega
sab kuch sahna padega
jahar judai ka peeti rahungi
lekin jeena padega
chahe dil ho udas
phir bhi kahti hai aas
chahe dil ho udas
phir bhi kahti hai aas
aayegi wo milan ki bela
mit jayenge gum
prem hai janmo ka sangam
prem hai janmo ka sangam
aandhi aaye tufa aaye
chahe nikle dam

In love's city, you who dwell,
Lost in song, a fervent spell,
Oh, mad ones, heed the tale I tell.

In heavens high, a curse did fall,
On Radha, bound to heed love's call.
A hundred years of grief and pain,
A love's despair, a heavy chain.

Heaven's hundred years, a fleeting trace,
Upon the earth, time's hurried pace.
Radha reborn, her heart aflame,
For Krishna's love, a burning name.

Radha's union, a promise bright,
Radha's union, in endless light.
Will surely be, this sacred tryst,
Will surely be, where souls are kissed.
Love's a union, through life's long years,
Love's a union, dispelling fears.
Though storms may rage, and tempests roar,
Till life departs, and we implore,
Will surely be, this sacred tryst,
Will surely be, where souls are kissed.
Radha's union, a sacred art,
Radha's union, within the heart.

When hearts are sore, and sorrows rise,
Endure the pain, behind the eyes.
The poison of parting, I will drink,
Yet life's long journey, I must think.
Though hearts are sad, a hope remains,
Though hearts are sad, the spirit strains,
That moment of meeting, it will appear,
And sorrows vanish, year by year.
Love's a union, through life's long years,
Love's a union, dispelling fears.
Though storms may rage, and tempests roar,
Till life departs, and we implore.