shyaam teri basi pukaare raadhaa naam
log kare miraa ko yun hi badanaam

saanvare ki basi ko bajane se kaam
raadhaa kaa bhi shyaam voto miraa kaa bhi shyaam

jamunaa ki lahare basibat ki chhaiyaa
kisakaa nahi hai kaho kr^ishhn kanhaiyaa
shyaam kaa divaanaa to saaraa br^ij dhaam
log kare mira ko

kaun jaane baansuriyaa kisako bulaae
jisake man bhaae vo usi ke gun gaae
kaun nahi basi ki dhun kaa gulaam
raadhaa kaa bhi

Dark One's flute whispers Radha's name,
While tongues still whisper, shaming Mira's flame.
His song, the flute's sole, holy aim,
Radha's own, yet Mira's, the same.

Yamuna's tide, beneath the Bansi's shade,
Whose heart, O Krishna, has not been swayed?
The Dark One's lover, all of Vrindavan's frame,
Yet tongues still whisper, shaming Mira's name.

Who knows the flute, what heart it calls to find?
Whose soul it stirs, to that alone it's joined.
Who isn't slave to that celestial claim?
Yet tongues still whisper, shaming Mira's name.