Where the Blue Boy,
The Blue Boy of brindaban,
Krishna-Kanhaiya,
Ghanashyam,
Ghanashyam,
The Blue Boy,
The Blue Boy going with
The cow herds,
Herds at dawn break,
Playing the flute,
The Divine Flute by the banks
Of the Yamuna
Under the kadamba trees' shade,
The Blue Boy,
The Blue Boy of Brindaban
Retreating at twilight
With the cows, goats and sheep,
The Cowboy,
The Cowboy playing,
Playing the flute,
The flute, the Divine Flute,
Shyam, Ghanashyam,
Shyam, Ghanashyam
Playing the flute melodiously
And the gopis searching,
Searching all day long
On the banks of the Yamuna,
Under the kadamba trees,
Shyam, Ghanashyam,
Shyam, O my Ghanashyam,
Krishna-Kanhaiya!
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