pankh mayur ka sharpe sajayu phool oh ki maala pehenke aayu
un jaisi baan jayu maibhi kanha kehelayu
kisan kanhaiyaan baan jayu un jaisi baan jayu
tere khatir tere karan saajan saajan oh man bhavan
tere khatir tere karan saajan saajan oh man bhavan

tu jo kahe toh geet sunayu tu dekhe toh sajke aayu
lekin tere muruli sautan hoto se aapne na lagayu
beyri teri bansuriyaa sukh bishrare bansuriyaa
man ko jalaye bansuriyaa sautan teri bansuriyaa
tere khatir tere karan saajan saajan oh man bhavan
tere khatir tere karan saajan saajan oh man bhavan

With peacock plumes, a sharp adornment,
Garlanded in flowers, my spirit born,
To mirror Him, in every way,
And be called "Kanha," come what may.

I'll be Kanhaiya, become as He,
For your sake, because of thee,
Beloved, beloved, my heart's desire,
For your sake, consumed by fire.

Upon my skin, I'll wear your spring,
Speak of all the joys you bring,
Play with the children, dance and sway,
By the Yamuna, come what may.
I'll be Kanha, become as He.

For your sake, because of thee,
Beloved, beloved, my heart's desire,
For your sake, consumed by fire.
I'll be painted in your hue,
Molded, shaped, in all I do.
Wherever you lead, my path shall be,
I walk with you, eternally.
This form I'll shed, remake anew,
As the beloved, joyful and true.

For your sake, because of thee,
Beloved, beloved, my heart's desire,
For your sake, consumed by fire.
If you command, a song I'll raise,
Adorned, I'll come, to meet your gaze.
But your flute, a rival's art,
Shall never touch my lips, my heart.
Your flute, a thorn, that pricks and grieves,
Your flute, that joy deceives.
Your flute, that burns, a jealous sting,
Your flute, your rival, everything.

For your sake, because of thee,
Beloved, beloved, my heart's desire,
For your sake, consumed by fire.
For your sake, because of thee,
Beloved, beloved, my heart's desire,
For your sake, consumed by fire.
For your sake, because of thee,
Beloved, beloved, my heart's desire,
For your sake, consumed by fire.