Honey bee, honey bee,
friend of a cheater,
don't touch my feet
with your cool, cool, smooth whiskers
I know a cool, cool, smooth
gardener Krishna.
Honey bee, honey bee,
why are you singing
the glories of one
who has long since left?
We gave up our own homes
to be with him always,
so please go
and sing your song
for the women of Mathura
After making us drink the nectar
of his enchanting lips only once,
Krishna suddenly abandoned us
and left us here alone all these months.
Honey bee, honey bee,
I know what you're doing.
You've learned diplomacy
from Mukunda so well
and now you're reciting
his flattering phrases.
Honey bee, honey bee,
why should we love him?
He abandoned our husbands
for his sake alone
This dark-skinned boy
is simply ungrateful.
How can I
forgive him so soon?
So let us give
up our friendship
with this selfish young boy forever
even if we can't
give up talking about
him whenever we're together.
When I hear
Krishna [?],
it is nectar for my ears.
For those who take
a single drop,
the material life will stop
Now that I
am feeling pain,
please don't say his name again.
Oh, honeybee,
please leave me.
I don't want to hear
Lord Krishna anymore.
Honey bee, honey bee,
friend of my dear one,
has my beloved sent you here again?
I should honour you.
Choose whatever bloom you desire
Honey bee, honey bee,
why have you come back
to take us to him,
who's so hard to renounce?
He who is consort
with the Goddess of Fortune
My golden god, my Mukunda
My Krishna