suno suno sawre ki bansi hai baje
suno suno sawre ki bansi hai baje
naino se dhar dhar kajra bahe jee
jiyara tarse naina tarse
jiyara tarse naina tarse
pyasi pyasi ankhiya kahe se barse
suno suno sawre ki bansi hai baje
naino se dhar dhar kajra bahe jee
jiyara tarse naina tarse
jiyara tarse naina tarse
pyasi pyasi ankhiya kahe se barse
suno suno sawre ki bansi hai baje

panisani sa sa, nisanisa dhani
nidhma ma ma ma pama gama
remapa ni nimamapa gama
dhun sun bawari hui, raina beeti jagi na soyi
raswan redhe gayi are kanha gunj wo galiya royi
sang mere jamuna royi, gaiya royi bachhiya royi
are kanha madhuban gunj tarana
shyam rang rup lubhana
simran karke hari, are o kanha
tu hai nirmohi mana
bhaye tujhe mohe satana
dars dikhake bairi o re kanha

more shyam, more shyam more shyam
o suno suno sawre ki bansi hai baje
naino se dhar dhar kajra bahe jee
jiyara tarse naina tarse
jiyara tarse naina tarse
pyasi pyasi ankhiya kahe se barse
suno suno sawre ki bansi hai baje

Listen, listen, the dark one's flute now calls,
Listen, listen, his music falls.
From eyes, the kohl in torrents streams,
The soul now aches, the vision dreams.
The soul now aches, the vision dreams,
Why does thirst from weeping gleams?
Listen, listen, the dark one's flute now calls,
From eyes, the kohl in torrents streams,
The soul now aches, the vision dreams.
The soul now aches, the vision dreams,
Why does thirst from weeping gleams?
Listen, listen, the dark one's flute now calls.

A melody that breaks, the night un-slept,
The heart, a river, where the sweet tears wept.
In his echo, the lanes now cry,
The Yamuna weeps, as cows all sigh,
Each calf, each cow, their sorrow near,
In Madhuban, his tune I hear,
His dark form, my heart's desire,
In prayer I fail, consumed by fire.
Oh, dark one, you are heartless known,
You love to tease, alone, alone,
Reveal your face, my foe so deep,
Oh, dark one, secrets you keep.

My dark one, my dark one, my dark one,
Oh, listen, listen, the dark one's flute now calls,
From eyes, the kohl in torrents streams,
The soul now aches, the vision dreams.
The soul now aches, the vision dreams,
Why does thirst from weeping gleams?
Listen, listen, the dark one's flute now calls.