Brindaavan kaa Kriṣhṇa kanhaiyaa
Sab kee aankhò kaa taara
Man hee man kyò jale raadhika
Mohan to hai sab kaa pyaara
Jamanaa tat par nand kaa laala
Jab jab raas rachaaye re
Tan man ḍole kaanha aisee
Bansee madhur bajaaye re
Sudh-budh bhoolee khaṛee gopiyàà
Jaane kaisa jaadoo ḍaara
Rang salonaa aisa jaise
Chhaee ho ghat saavan kee
Ai ree mài to huee deevaanee
Manamohan man bhaavan kee
Tere kaaran dekh bààvare
Chhoṛ diya mài ne jag saara
Krishna Kanhaiya, the hero in everyone’s eyes, the one who belongs to the heart of everyone. O why the jealousy, O Raadhaa?
The raasa dance of Krishna on the banks of the Jamuna River is enthralling, the sounds from his Muralee Flute leave everyone mesmerized. The gopees remain transfixed through the sights and sounds.
The dark hue of Krishna is like the clouds of the rainy season as they spread across the skies to bring good crops. I love Krishna; my mind is immersed in Krishna. My beloved Krishna, I leave the world’s attractions for you.
Lata, Rafi, Miss Mary (1957)
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