By the Yamuna's edge, my village waits, O dark one, come.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village waits, O dark one, come.
Come, oh come, my evening, come to me.
Come, oh come, my evening, come to me.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village, O dark one,
Come, by the Yamuna's edge, my village, O dark one, come.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village.
By the Yamuna's edge, in my high mansion's keep,
I, a maiden of Braj, Radharani, newly bloomed.
Radha, radiant, my name, let the flute's song call.
Come, by the Yamuna's edge, my village, O dark one, come.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village.
With muslin, I bathe you, I anoint you with sandalwood's grace.
I offer prayers morning and evening, eat butter, my love.
Come, by the Yamuna's edge, my village, O dark one, come.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village.
A bungalow of khus, I'll build, choosing each bloom,
Each blossom, I'll spread upon your bed, softly, softly.
Softly, softly, I'll press, my village, come.
Come, by the Yamuna's edge, my village, O dark one, come.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village.
I will watch for your path, come quickly to me.
Quickly, O Krishna, the flute player, a glimpse.
A glimpse of Braj's glory, laugh and smile.
Come, by the Yamuna's edge, my village, O dark one, come.
Come, oh come, my evening, come to me.
Come, oh come, my evening, come to me.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village, O dark one, come.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village, O dark one, come.
By the Yamuna's edge, my village.
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