sham dhale jamuna kinare kinare
aaja radhe aaja tohe sham pukare
sham dhale jamuna kinare kinare
aaja radhe aaja tohe sham pukare
kabhi ruke kabhi chale radha chori chori
piya kahe aa jiya kahe nahi gori
sham dhale jamuna kinare kinare
aaja radha aaja tohe sham pukare

radha sharmaye manwa ghabraye
paniya bharne wo jaye na jaye
haiya ho, khadi soche barijbala
barij me hai holi
kanha rang denge mohe haye barjori
log karege ye ishare ishare
aaja radhe aaja tohe sham pukare
sham dhale jamuna kinare kinare
aaja radhe aaja tohe sham pukare

koi kahe sham se na bansuri bajaye
chain kisi ka wo chitchor na churaye
dagmag dole jiya ki naiyya
dagmag dole jiya ki naiyya
chale jab purwaiya chede bansi kanhaiya
jadu bhare naina lage nainwa ki dori
soye sara jage ek chakori
rat kate gin gin ke tare tare
aaja radhe aaja tohe sham pukare
sham dhale jamuna kinare kinare
aaja radhe aaja tohe sham pukare

panghat pe sakhiya karti hai batiya
mohan se laagi radha ki ankhiya
jo bhi mile yahi puche sun o kishori
gayi kaha nindiya re bindiya tori
ram kasam chedenge sare sare
aaja radhe aaja tohe sham pukare
kabhi ruke kabhi chale radha chori chori
piya kahe aa jiya kahe nahi gori
sham dhale jamuna kinare kinare
aaja radha aaja tohe sham pukare
aaja radha aaja tohe sham pukare
aaja radha aaja tohe sham pukare
aaja radha aaja tohe sham pukare
aaja radha aaja tohe sham pukare

As twilight bleeds on Yamuna's shore,
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.
As twilight bleeds on Yamuna's shore,
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.
Sometimes she pauses, sometimes steals away,
Her love whispers "come", her heart says nay.

Radha blushes, her spirit takes flight,
To fetch water, she dreads the coming night.
Hesitant, the village maiden stands,
The Holi of Vrindavan, in his hands.
Kanha will paint you, with fervent plea,
The world will whisper, and watch with glee,
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.
As twilight bleeds on Yamuna's shore,
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.

Some say to Shyam, cease your flute's sweet song,
Stealing hearts, where do you belong?
Her heart's boat, it pitches and rolls,
As the eastern wind stirs, and the flute unfolds,
His eyes weave magic, a silken tie,
The world sleeps sound, a nightingale's cry,
The night slips by, counting stars above,
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for love.
As twilight bleeds on Yamuna's shore,
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.

At the well, her friends whisper low,
Radha's eyes, for Mohan, aglow.
Each one asks, as they meet with a stare,
"Where did your sleep, your bindi, repair?"
They will tease you, every soul will dare,
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls, to share.
Sometimes she pauses, sometimes steals away,
Her love whispers "come", her heart says nay.
As twilight bleeds on Yamuna's shore,
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.
Come Radha, come, Shyam calls for more.