ye mehandi ke bute inke rang anokhe
ye mehandi ke bute inke rang anokhe
ek bar ye rang lag jaye sari umar na chute
mehandi lagau kis nam ki
radha to bani hai bas sham ki
mehandi lagau kis nam ki
radha to bani hai bas sham ki
ye mehandi ke bute inke rang anokhe

sham ki bansi jab bhi baji hai
radha ke man me prit jagi hai
sham ki bansi jab bhi baji hai
radha ke man me prit jagi hai
ho o o ghunghat me radha sharmaye
dekho hoga milan ye aas lagi hai
aati jati har ek dhadkan tumse yahi kahegi
khushiya hai sari tere nam ki
radha to bani hain bas sham ki
mehandi lagau kis nam ki
radha to bani hai bas sham ki

radha ke man ki radha hi jane
sham na aaye bansi bajane
radha ke man ki radha hi jane
sham na aaye bansi bajane
lagta hai ke vrindavan me ab na ras rachegi
ab ye kahani kis kam ki
radha to bani hai bas sham ki

ab ye kahani kis kam ki
radha to bani hai bas sham ki


ho prem agan kuchh aisi lagi hai
sirf akeli radha jali hai
prem agan kuchh aisi lagi hai
sirf akeli radha jali hai
lagta hai ke aaj bhi radha sham se nahi milegi
phir se judayi subah sham ki
radha to bani hai bas sham ki
phir se judayi subah sham ki
radha to bani hai bas sham ki
ye mehandi ke bute inke rang anokhe
ek bar ye rang lag jaye sari umar na chu

These henna blooms, of hues untold,
These henna blooms, a story to unfold,
Once stained, a lifetime they embrace,
Whose name shall grace this sacred space?
Radha, now, finds her form in Shyam,
Whose name shall grace this sacred space?
Radha, now, finds her form in Shyam.
These henna blooms, of hues untold.

When Shyam's flute begins to call,
Radha's heart begins to enthrall,
When Shyam's flute begins to call,
In Radha's heart, love stands up tall.
O, Radha blushes, veiled and shy,
Hopeful for union, reaching high.
Each pulse that ebbs and flows, repeats,
All joy, to your name it greets.
Radha, now, finds her form in Shyam,
Whose name shall grace this sacred space?
Radha, now, finds her form in Shyam.

Radha's heart, only Radha knows,
If Shyam won't come, if no flute blows,
Radha's heart, only Radha knows,
If Shyam won't come, if no flute blows.
It seems in Vrindavan, the dance is done,
Of what use now is this story spun?
Radha, now, finds her form in Shyam.

Of what use now is this story spun?
Radha, now, finds her form in Shyam.
Love's fire, a consuming pyre,
Only Radha, in flames, desires,
Love's fire, a consuming pyre,
Only Radha, in flames, desires.
It seems today, Radha won't meet Shyam,
A further separation, every morn and evening.
Radha, now, finds her form in Shyam,
A further separation, every morn and evening.
Radha, now, finds her form in Shyam.
These henna blooms, of hues untold,
Once stained, a lifetime they embrace.