Sun Barsane Vari, Gulam Tero Banvari.
Teri Paayaliya Pai Baaje Muraliya, Chham Chham Naache Murari. [1]
Bade Bade Dev Dvarpe Thaadhe, Baat Taakat Giridhari.
Vrindavan Ke Raja Hokar, Chhaachhpai Naache Murari. [2]
Vrindavan Ki Kunj Galin Mein, Raas Rachyo Giridhari.
Kadamb Ki Daarpai Jhoola Parayo Hai, Jhota Deve Bihari. [3]
Bade Bade Nainnon Mein Jheena Jheena Kajara, Ghayal Kunjbihari.
Barsane Ki Khor Saankri, Mangat Daan Bihari. [4]
- Braj Ke Lokgeet
O one who resides in Barsana, Shri Radha, listen! Banwari Shri Krishna is truly Your servant.
To the jingling of Your anklets, He plays His flute and dances in rhythm. [1]
O Radhe! At Your doorway, even the heavenly gods stand in line, longing for a glimpse of You.
Shri Krishna Himself waits eagerly for Your darshan — though King of Vrindavan, He dances before the gopis for just a sip of buttermilk. [2]
Giridhari Krishna performs Maharaas in the lanes of Vrindavan.
Upon a kadamba branch hangs Your divine seat, and Krishna lovingly swings You there. [3]
O Shri Radhe! Seeing the fine line of kohl in Your large eyes, Kunjbihari is pierced with love.
In the narrow lanes of Barsana (Sankhari Khor), Krishna begs tax from the gopis — thus, they call Him Daan Bihari. [4]