They Come Upon My Lips

Charming songs come upon my lips

(but) my heart doesn't grant a hundred thousand excuses

Thoughts of you come, tormenting,

and (my) hearts starts grieving

My lover, I hold your arms,

beloved, don't go away (abroad)

Dear lover, how shall I satisfy you?

Oh, sweeheart, you inflict pain to my soul

Oh, no one knows the agony of (my) heart

This heart knows, I know, this inimical world doesn't know

I regret fighting, (but) don't get to understand

how to appease (my) displeased lover

Whom to reveal the secret of (my) soul?

To whom shall I tell (my) distress? Ah!

Charming (Krishna) boy, don't let go my arm,

don't forget my entreaty, go at my doorway

My lover, I hold your arms,

beloved, don't go away (abroad)

You inflict pain on (my) soul [x5]

You inflict, on (my) soul … [x2]

You inflict pain on (my) soul