Black as is your body, Krishna,
you are becoming through and through;
How can you mislead one, love-inflamed,
who follows only you?
O God! God! Krishna, go away, you with lotus eyes,
go, Krishna, and stop telling me your lies, yes, go, go
to be with her, the girl who so dispels your woe.

So, you roam the forest ravaging girls!
Should I find that amusing?
Putanika found, even as a baby, you were
a lady killer, woman abusing.*
O God! God! Krishna, go away, you with lotus eyes,
go, Krishna, and stop telling me your lies, yes, go, go
to be with her, the girl who so dispels your woe.

Listen to Jaya·deva’s song, lamentations of a girl
abandoned and deceived in love.
Such sweet nectar is, O learned ones,
rare to find even in the heavens above.
O God! God! Krishna, go away, you with lotus eyes,
go, Krishna, and stop telling me your lies, yes, go, go
to be with her, the girl who so dispels your woe.