He Murali Sridhara
He murrali sridhara radhe krisha radhe shyam
Keshava Madhave yadhave nandhana
Radhe Krishna radhe shyam
Nandha nandhana radhe shyam
Navanitha chora radhe shyam
Keshava Madhave yadhave nandhana
Hey, murrali, the one who plays the flute!
One who is with Radha,
Player of the flute,
The cowherd you dance with, Radha!
Oh son of Nanda, your adopted father.
One who stole butter.
