Mohan! My Mohan!

Mohan!.......My Mohan

Remembered the day you arrived Vrindavan?

Aye, then I a kid and

you're so indeed.

Older to me a bit though.........  Ha! Ha!

And Sweet like Smile

Is it? Mohan?

Aye and you're So even...

 Softer than the petals of Rose!

Charming like the moon!

Even Koel stop singing when you hum with my Muril's music!

Mohan, You speak like a Prince and that's making me shiver

 Princesses are there for prince,

And I am a poor milkmaid girl

 At times I feel; am no match to you,

When they all say big things about you.

But here, in this moon lit night,

Where Jamuna flowing downstream.

With you So near forget that even I exist.

Only Mohan! My Mohan! What I feel

Mohan!! My Mohan!!