naino me krishan murari hai
man ke bihari hai prem ke pujari hai
naino me krishan murari hai
naino me krishan murari hai
man ke bihari hai prem ke pujari hai
naino me krishan murari hai

mohni murat pe tan man waru
mohni murat pe tan man waru
waru waru
aa ha ha ha
mohni murat pe tan man waru
piya piya piya piya
piya piya din rat pukaru, pukaru
matwale matwale matwale murli ki dhun pe
matwale murli ki dhun pe raja aur bhikari hai
matwale murli ki dhun pe raja aur bhikari hai
har or yahi hai shor yahi hai shor kya
naino me krishan murari hai
man ke bihari hai prem ke pujari hai
naino me krishan murari hai

feru aarti re, feru aarti re
feru aarti manmohan ki
karu aarti re
leu balaiya in nainan ki
leu balaiya re, feru aarti re
feru aarti manmohan ki
karu aarti re
leu balaiya in nainan ki
leu balaiya re

mohan ne radha ko dekha
radha me banwari hai
mohan ne radha ko dekha
radha me banwari hai
har or yahi hai shor yahi hai shor kya
naino me krishan murari hai
man ke bihari hai prem ke pujari hai
naino me krishan murari hai
naino me krishan murari hai
man ke bihari hai prem ke pujari hai
naino me krishan murari hai

In my eyes, Krishna dwells, a flute's sweet plea,
In my heart, the Beloved, love's devotee.
In my eyes, Krishna dwells.

Upon His form, my soul, my all I'd give,
Upon that form, my very life I'd live,
I'd give, give,
Ah, Ha, Ha, Ha!
Upon His form, my soul, my all I'd give.
Beloved, Beloved, night and day I call,
I call, I call.
Intoxicated, drunk on the flute's sweet song,
Kings and beggars, all belong,
Kings and beggars, all belong.
Everywhere, a joyful sound, a vibrant chime,
In my eyes, Krishna dwells, sublime.
In my heart, the Beloved, love's devotee,
In my eyes, Krishna dwells, you see.

I circle the light, the holy flame,
I circle the light of the heart's true name,
I do the Aarti.
I take the shadows from these eyes,
I take the shadows, circle the light,
I circle the light of the heart's true name,
I do the Aarti.
I take the shadows from these eyes,
I take the shadows.

In Mohan, I see Radha's grace,
In Radha, the flute-player's face.
In Mohan, I see Radha's grace,
In Radha, the flute-player's face.
Everywhere, a joyful sound, a vibrant chime,
In my eyes, Krishna dwells, sublime.
In my heart, the Beloved, love's devotee,
In my eyes, Krishna dwells, you see.
In my eyes, Krishna dwells, a flute's sweet plea,
In my heart, the Beloved, love's devotee,
In my eyes, Krishna dwells, eternally.