sarad chandr ki purnima ras barsake rat
kajan tale kanha khade liye muraliyan raas
radha tore kanha ne murli bajai re
radha tore kanha ne murli bajai re
sakhi ri kahe ruthi sakhi ri kahe ruthi sakhi ri kahe ruthi
jinke bina sun tohe nindiya na aayi re
jinke bina sun tohe nindiya na aayi re
sakhi ri kahe ruthi sakhi ri kahe ruthi
sakhi ri kahe ruthi sakhi ri kahe ruthi

mana sakhi ri natkhat hai wo
gokul wala gwala gokul wala gwala
fir kahe ko uske rang ka
kajra naino me dala kajra naino me dala
tu chhod ye bahana ab hamse kya chupana
hai bat teri jhuthi hai bat teri jhuthi
sakhi ri kahe ruthi sakhi ri kahe ruthi

tere uske bich khadi hai
ye bansi barainiya ye bansi barainiya
chhod bhi do ye bans ki pori
radha ki sotaniya radha ki sotaniya
raje jara chatpat mitao na khatpat
nahi to preet tuti nahi to preet tuti
sakhi ri kahe ruthi sakhi ri kahe ruthi

kanha tori radha se kya hai ladai re
jake jara itna to pucho kanhayi re
sakhi ri kahe ruthi sakhi ri kahe ruthi
chanchal chanchal chal tunhari hirni dhokha khaye
gora gora dekh ke mukhda chanda chup chup jaye
bat kare to phul jhare muskaye to rang bhare
bat kare to phul jhare muskaye to rang bhare
jurm kare nain tumhare kya kahne

Upon the cold moon's brimming night, a nectar falls,
beneath the boughs, Krishna stands, a flute's sweet calls.
Radha, your Krishna played his melody,
Radha, your Krishna played his melody.
O friend, why are you angered? Why turned away?
Without his whisper, sleep won't come to stay.
Without his whisper, sleep won't come to stay.
O friend, why are you angered? Why turned away?
O friend, why are you angered? Why turned away?

True, my friend, he is a rogue, a playful art,
the cowherd boy of Gokul, plays with my heart.
Then why adorn your eyes with his own hue,
with kohl that echoes all he does and do?
Your words are false, a game that you do play,
O friend, why are you angered? Why turned away?

Between you both, this flute of bamboo stands,
a jealous barrier in these desiring lands.
Let go this hollow reed, this wooden frame,
Radha's rival, a whisper of his name.
Ease this friction, banish all the strife,
lest love be broken, severing all of life.
O friend, why are you angered? Why turned away?

Krishna, what quarrel do you hold with Radha's grace?
Go now, and simply ask, within that place.
O friend, why are you angered? Why turned away?
Your gait is light, a deer's quick, fleeting guise,
your radiant face makes even moon to hide its eyes.
Your words like blossoms, beauty in each smile,
Your words like blossoms, beauty in each smile,
your eyes, oh, how they wound, and they beguile.