Shri Radhe Rani De Daro Banshi Mori.
Ja Bansi Mein Meri Pran Basat Hai, So Bansi Gayi Chori. [1]
Kahe Se Gaun Pyari Kahe Se Bajau, Kahe Se Laun Gaiyan Pheri.
Mukh Se Gavo Kanha Hathon Se Bajao, Lakuti Se Lao Gaiyan Gheri. [2]
Ha Ha Karat Tere Paiyan Parat Hun, Taras Khao Pyari Mori.
Meera Ke Prabhu Giridhar Nagar, Bansi Lekar Chhori. [3]
- Shri Mirabai
O Radharani! Please return my flute, my very soul rests in it, and now it has been stolen. [1]
How shall I sing, how shall I play, and how will I call back the cows now? Shri Radha replies: O Beloved, sing with your voice, clap with your hands, and gather the cows with your stick. [2]
I beg You, I fall at Your feet — have mercy on me, my Beloved. Mira’s Lord, Giridhar Nagar, found no peace until He got His flute back. [3]
Ja Bansi Mein Meri Pran Basat Hai, So Bansi Gayi Chori. [1]
Kahe Se Gaun Pyari Kahe Se Bajau, Kahe Se Laun Gaiyan Pheri.
Mukh Se Gavo Kanha Hathon Se Bajao, Lakuti Se Lao Gaiyan Gheri. [2]
Ha Ha Karat Tere Paiyan Parat Hun, Taras Khao Pyari Mori.
Meera Ke Prabhu Giridhar Nagar, Bansi Lekar Chhori. [3]
- Shri Mirabai
O Radharani! Please return my flute, my very soul rests in it, and now it has been stolen. [1]
How shall I sing, how shall I play, and how will I call back the cows now? Shri Radha replies: O Beloved, sing with your voice, clap with your hands, and gather the cows with your stick. [2]
I beg You, I fall at Your feet — have mercy on me, my Beloved. Mira’s Lord, Giridhar Nagar, found no peace until He got His flute back. [3]