manamohanaa bade jhuthe
haar ke haar nahi maane
manamohanaa

bane the khilaadi piyaa
nikale anaadi piyaa
mose beimaani kare
mujhase hi ruthe
manamohanaa

tumhari ye baansi kaanhaa
bani galaa phaansi
taan sunaake meraa
tan man lute
manamohanaa

Deceiver of hearts, a liar vast,
Refusing loss, the die he cast,
Deceiver of hearts, a liar vast.

A player he seemed, my love, my sweet,
A novice revealed, deceit complete,
He breaks faith, then, he turns to flee,
And with me, angry, suddenly,
Deceiver of hearts, a liar vast.

Your flute, Krishna, a noose it weaves,
Its melody, my spirit grieves,
With every note, my soul it steals,
My body, mind, it steals and kneels,
Deceiver of hearts, a liar vast.