Shyam, Ghanashyam,
Where do you lie in,
Lie in fluting,
O Muraliwalle Krishna,
Krishna Kanhaiya,
Your flute,
flute calling me,
Calling me,
Shyam Ghanashyam!
When it thunders,
Bolts from the blue,
Strike us, strike us,
I exclaim Shyam, Ghanashyam,
When it darkens,
Darkens and the ways get lost,
I exclaim Shyam, Ghanashyam!
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