kanha bole na, kanha bole na, puchhun bar bar kanha bole na
kanha bole na, kanha bole na, puchhun bar bar kanha bole na
kya hai prit kya hai pyar kanha bole na
kanha bole na, kanha bole na, puchhun bar bar kanha bole na
kya hai prit kya hai pyar kanha bole na

ban ke jyoti man me jhake, yu nayan nayan dole aake
ban ke jyoti man me jhake, yu nayan nayan dole aake
manu barse surajava jamuna ki dhar
pyasa man phir bhi pyasa rah jaye
dekhe nahi nayana priye khole na
kanha bole na, kanha bole na
kanha bole na, puchhun bar bar kanha bole na
kya hai prit kya hai pyar kanha bole na

mohan to man lahari re, mori pida bhai gahari gahari re
mohan to man lahari re, mori pida bhai gahari gahari re
palke suni suni sapne soye soye
laage baina ye naina re khoye khoye
aiso bedardi, jara dole na, puchhun bar bar kanha bole na
kya hai prit kya hai pyar kanha bole na

tan soye man jage re, mithi mithi agan koi lage re
tan soye man jage re, mithi mithi agan koi lage re
bolun chori chori man ki batiya tori, kahe jane na mane na pritam mori,
kah re hari mai, mora ho le na, puchhun bar bar kanha bole na
kya hai prit kya hai pyar kanha bole na
ban ke jyoti man me jhake, yu nayan nayan dole aake
manu barse surajava jamuna ki dhar
pyasa man phir bhi pyasa rah jaye
dekhe nahi nayana priye khole na
kanha bole na, kanha bole na
kanha bole na, kanha bole na, puchhun bar bar kanha bole na
kya hai prit kya hai pyar kanha bole na

Krishna speaks not, Krishna speaks not,
I ask again and again, Krishna speaks not.
Krishna speaks not, Krishna speaks not,
I ask again and again, Krishna speaks not.
What is love, what is desire, Krishna speaks not.

Becoming light, He peers into the heart,
His eyes like this, they wander and depart.
Becoming light, He peers into the heart,
His eyes like this, they wander and depart.
Though the sun may shower, the Yamuna may flow,
A thirsty heart, still thirst it must know.
He sees not, my love, opens not,
Krishna speaks not, Krishna speaks not,
I ask again and again, Krishna speaks not.
What is love, what is desire, Krishna speaks not.

My Mohan, like a wave in my mind,
My sorrow has deepened, I find.
My Mohan, like a wave in my mind,
My sorrow has deepened, I find.
Becoming empty, dreams are asleep,
My eyes, they appear lost and weep.
Such a cruel one, he stirs not,
I ask again and again, Krishna speaks not.
What is love, what is desire, Krishna speaks not.

The body sleeps, the mind awakes,
A sweet fire upon me takes.
The body sleeps, the mind awakes,
A sweet fire upon me takes.
I speak secretly, my heart's tales to thee,
Why does he not know, nor believe me?
I have grown weary, will he be mine not?
I ask again and again, Krishna speaks not.
What is love, what is desire, Krishna speaks not.
Becoming light, He peers into the heart,
His eyes like this, they wander and depart.
Though the sun may shower, the Yamuna may flow,
A thirsty heart, still thirst it must know.
He sees not, my love, opens not,
Krishna speaks not, Krishna speaks not,
I ask again and again, Krishna speaks not.
What is love, what is desire, Krishna speaks not.