Where are you, Radha,
You are my life,
The breath of my life?
You are my own, Radha,
There is none
Except you, Radha.
Radha, Radha, Radha,
You are my own, Radha
And Radha calling Krishna, Krishna, Krishna.
How to live without you, Radha,
How to live without, Radha,
You are my life, Radha?
Krishna calling Radha, radha, Radha
And Radha giving an ear to the call of,
The tuning of the murali, one hole perforated flute of Krishna.
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