roop kaisa roop kaisa diya hai tujhe ram ne
o chand sharmaye gori tere samne
roop kaisa diya hai tujhay ram ne
o chand sharmaye gori tere samne
kaali kaali ye pyari do ankhiya
o jaise neele kamal ki pattiya
o jaise neele kamal ki pattiya
naache tan man magan
baaje tan dhan gandha
kaisi radha kaisi radha banaayi ghanshyaam ne
roop kaisa diya hai tujhe ram ne
o chand sharmaye gori tere samne

rangeeli kabilo ke darr se
hua muskil nikalna ghar se
hua muskil nikalna ghar se
mai jaau jidhar naian laage udhar
mujhe pagal mujhe pagal banaya saare gaanw ne
roop kaisa diya hai tujhay ram ne
o chand sharmaye gori tere samne

mere man ki kami thi nisari
o teri surat yaan isme bithayi
ho bholi surat yaan isme bithayi
ek teri chamak halwe me namak
jaago jaago jaago jaago na aao samne
roop kaisa diya hai tujhay ram ne
o chand sharmaye gori tere samne
nahi aisa najar koi aaye
jo nakhare dulhan ke uthaye
haye jo nakhare dulhan ke uthaye
pahlu se fisal kab girta hai dil
nahi aata nahi aata hai jo samne
roop kaisa diya hai tujhe ram ne
o chand sharmaye gori tere samne

What form, what form has Ram bestowed on you,
O moon, blush before her, a maiden so true.
What form, what form has Ram bestowed on you,
O moon, blush before her, a maiden so true.
Dark, dark are these lovely eyes,
Like petals of blue lotuses that rise,
Like petals of blue lotuses that rise.
Body and mind now dance in delight,
Body and wealth, a fragrant, blessed light.
What Radha, what Radha did Shyam create,
What form, what form has Ram bestowed, the great?
O moon, blush before her, a maiden elate.

From colorful tribes, fear does arise,
Making it hard to leave home, disguised.
Making it hard to leave home, disguised.
Wherever I go, my eyes pursue,
The whole village has made me, mad for you.
What form, what form has Ram bestowed, it's true,
O moon, blush before her, a maiden anew.

The emptiness of my heart, you see,
Your image, my love, now dwells in me,
Your image, my love, now dwells in me.
Like a sparkle in halva, so sweet,
Awake, awake, come forth, my sweet.
What form, what form has Ram bestowed, replete,
O moon, blush before her, a maiden complete.
No such gaze can anyone claim,
To embrace a bride's, this fiery flame,
To embrace a bride's, this fiery game.
Slipping from the side, when does the heart fall?
It does not come, it does not come at all.
What form, what form has Ram bestowed, to enthrall,
O moon, blush before her, answering love's call.