The night is young,
And the women,
Old and colleen,
Wander aimlessly,
In search of melodious tune,
That stole their heart.
They left their homes,
Their families and friends,
Unafraid of danger ahead,
Only to get glimpse,
Of that boy with flute,
Who stole their heart.
It wasn't his charming eyes,
Or his sweet voice,
Or his childlike innocence,
But the music he played,
With his flute
That stole their heart.
The stars are shining,
As well as the moon
Guiding them along,
Path amongst woods,
That could be dangerous
And poisonous.
At last they find him,
Sitting below Kadamb tree,
Playing his favorite tune,
On his flute,
Enchanting everyone around him.
He is not alone,
With him is Radha,
Who is enchanted like them,
Sits with her head,
On his shoulder,
Looking more beautiful.
