murali, murali bairan bhai ho kanahiya
tori murali bairan bhai kanahiya
tori murali bairan bhai
murali bairan bhai ho kanahiya
tori murali bairan bhai kanahiya
tori murali bairan bhai
bawari, bawari mai ban gayi re
kanahiya tori murali bairan bhai
kanahiya tori murali bairan bhai

bindara van ki kunj gali me, radaha gayi dil har
bindara van ki kunj gali me, radaha gayi dil har
ab ankhiyan ki mast gali me
ab ankhiyan ki mast gali me, jhaliya phire bar bar
sotan mere man ko har gayi re
kanahiya tori murali bairan bhai
kanahiya tori murali bairan bhai
murali bairan bhai ho kanahiya
tori murali bairan bhai kanahiya
tori murali bairan bhai

pyar jata ke tan man luta, pichhe pada beiman
pyar jata ke tan man luta, pichhe pada beiman
jamuna tat par le gaya nat khat
jamuna tat par le gaya nat khat
madhur sunayi kan jigar ke par utar gayi re
kanahiya tori murali bairan bhai
kanahiya tori murali bairan bhai
murali bairan bhai ho kanahiya
tori murali bairan bhai kanahiya
tori murali bairan bhai
bawari, bawari mai ban gayi re
kanahiya tori murali bairan bhai
kanahiya tori murali bairan bhai

The flute, the flute, a foe it's become, Krishna,
Your flute, a foe it's become, Krishna,
Your flute, a foe it's become.
The flute, the flute, a foe it's become, Krishna,
Your flute, a foe it's become, Krishna,
Your flute, a foe it's become.
Mad, mad, I have become, oh,
Krishna, your flute, a foe it's become,
Krishna, your flute, a foe it's become.

In Vrindavan's hidden lanes, Radha lost her heart,
In Vrindavan's hidden lanes, Radha lost her heart.
Now, in the lane of the eyes' revelry,
Now, in the lane of the eyes' revelry, the imposter wanders again and again.
My rivals have stolen my heart, oh,
Krishna, your flute, a foe it's become,
Krishna, your flute, a foe it's become.
The flute, a foe it's become, Krishna,
Your flute, a foe it's become, Krishna,
Your flute, a foe it's become.

Love's journey, body and soul surrendered, the deceitful one follows,
Love's journey, body and soul surrendered, the deceitful one follows.
To the Yamuna's shore, the playful one took me,
To the Yamuna's shore, the playful one took me,
Sweet melodies pierced through, crossing the core of the heart, oh,
Krishna, your flute, a foe it's become,
Krishna, your flute, a foe it's become.
The flute, a foe it's become, Krishna,
Your flute, a foe it's become, Krishna,
Your flute, a foe it's become.
Mad, mad, I have become, oh,
Krishna, your flute, a foe it's become,
Krishna, your flute, a foe it's become.