My Shyam, my Shyam,
From my lips, moments spill,
Your name, through days, I chant.
My Shyam, my Shyam.
Your feet, my service,
Let my shawl be held,
Lest life's hope should wander,
Darkness gathers, Shyam.
My Shyam, my Shyam.
The lamp of your sight, now ignite,
I search for you in Nandgaon's heart,
The heart's flute,
Seeks the melody,
Where the Dark One resides.
My Shyam, my Shyam.
I could not be your Radha,
Yet a worshiper I remain,
Laughter from Braj's folk,
Love's name disgraced.
My Shyam, my Shyam,
From my lips, moments spill,
Your name, through days, I chant.
My Shyam, my Shyam.
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