apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe
apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe
bhar pichkari marun o shyam tohe
bhar pichkari marun o shyam tohe
apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe

khelat hori kanha jora jori
khelat hori kanha jora jori
nile pile rang ki hori
nile pile rang ki hori
is jag jite sab rang phike
is jag jite sab rang phike
koun sa rang nikalun nikalun shyam
koun sa rang nikalun nikalun shyam
apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe
apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe

jaan jaan kal tohe jitayo
har har girdhari
aaj hamare bare chhaila
aaj hamare bare chhaila
mar mar pichkari
kare rang bigarun bigarun shyam
kare rang bigarun bigarun shyam
apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe
apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe

kajar dari nain mein radha
sakhiyan sang khadi
log kahe itrave kyun ri
log kahe itrave kyun ri
koun guman bhari
mero shyam nainan mein baitho
mero shyam nainan mein baitho
kahe sochun vicharun vicharun shyam
kahe sochun vicharun vicharun shyam
apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe
apne hi rang rang daru shyam tohe

In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam,
In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam.
With a water gun, I'll drench you, O Shyam,
With a water gun, I'll drench you, O Shyam.
In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam.

Playing Holi, Kanha, with forceful delight,
Playing Holi, Kanha, with forceful delight.
Holi of blue and yellow, bright,
Holi of blue and yellow, bright.
In this world, all colors fade in plight,
In this world, all colors fade in plight.
Which color shall I choose, I choose, O Shyam?
Which color shall I choose, I choose, O Shyam?
In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam,
In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam.

Knowing, knowing, I let you win before,
Knowing, knowing, I let you win before.
Defeated, I, Giridhari, evermore,
Defeated, I, Giridhari, evermore.
Today, it's our turn, Chhaila's shore,
Today, it's our turn, Chhaila's shore.
With a water gun, I'll stain you,
With a black hue, I'll spoil you, O Shyam.
With a black hue, I'll spoil you, O Shyam.
In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam,
In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam.

Kajal in my eyes, Radha stands,
Kajal in my eyes, Radha stands.
With her friends, in joyous bands,
With her friends, in joyous bands.
People say, "Why do you flaunt your stance?"
People say, "Why do you flaunt your stance?"
What pride I hold, what chance?
What pride I hold, what chance?
My Shyam dwells within my glance,
My Shyam dwells within my glance.
Why should I ponder, I ponder, O Shyam?
Why should I ponder, I ponder, O Shyam?
In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam,
In hues of my own heart, I'll paint you, Shyam.