holi ho hey
holi aai rang phut pade
yeh chalak chalak woh dhalak dhalak
phir baje ghungru dhol bade yeh
yeh chalak chalak woh dhamak dhamak
sab nikle hain pi pike ghade
yeh lapak lapak woh dhumak dhumak
cham cham nache pariyo ki dhunein
yeh thirak thirak woh matak matak
yeh chalak chalak woh dhalak dhalak
yeh chalak chalak woh dhamak dhamak
yeh lapak lapak woh dhumak dhumak
yeh thirak thirak woh matak matak

dekho aai holi rang layi holi chali picthkari uda hain gulal
banke hain ghata mann jhum utha rang chalke hain nile hare lal
dekho aai holi rang layi holi chali picthkari uda hain gulal
banke hain ghata mann jhum utha rang chalke hain nile hare lal
rang reli me rang khelungi rang jaungi
rang gehre hain abke saal
abb hame koi roke nahi abb hame koi toke nahi
abb hone do ho jo bhi haal dekho aai holi rang layi holi
chali picthkari uda hain gulal
banke hain ghata mann jhum utha
rang chalke hain nile hare lal

bhigi choli chunri bhi gili hui sajnaji dekho mai nili hui
thodi thodi tu jo nashili hui patli kamar lachkili hui
mann kyon na behke tan kyon na dehke
tum reh reh ke mat pheko yeh najro ka jaal
abb hame koi roke nahi abb hame koi toke nahi
abb hone do ho jo bhi haal dekho aai holi rang layi holi
aaj hua ek sa kamal
rang aaise ude dekhane me lage koi range hawao ke baal
chandi ki thal se leke gulal abb radha se khelenge holi murari
radha bhi natkhat hain palti woh jhatpat hain
mari kanhaiya ko hain pitchkarii
chandi ki thal se leke gulal abb radha se khelenge holi murari
radha bhi natkhat hain palti woh jhatpat hain
mari kanhaiya ko hain pitchkarii
chandi ki thal se leke gulal abb radha se khelenge holi murari
radha bhi natkhat hain palti woh jhatpat hain
mari kanhaiya ko hain pitchkarii
dekhne wale toh dang hue hain ke holi me dono hi sang hue hai
toh radha kanha ek rang hue hain kaun hain radha kaun hain kanha
kaun yeh samjha kaun yeh jana

holi me jo sajni se nayan lade thami hain kalai ke bat badhe
tir se jaise mere mann me gade teri yeh najariya jo mujhpe pade
jo yeh ras rache jo yeh dhum mache koi kaise bache
hamse puchho na tum yeh sawal
abb hame koi roke nahi abb hame koi toke nahi
abb hone do ho jo bhi hal
dekho aai holi rang layi holi chali picthkari uda hain gulal
banke hain ghata mann jhum utha rang chalke hain nile hare lal
dekho aai holi rang layi holi chali picthkari uda hain gulal
banke hain ghata mann jhum utha rang chalke hain nile hare lal
abb hame koi roke nahi abb hame koi toke nahi
abb hone do ho jo bhi hal
dekho aai holi rang layi holi chali picthkari uda hain gulal
banke hain ghata mann jhum utha rang chalke hain nile hare lal

The Holi calls,
Holi's arrived, colors burst forth,
This spills, that splashes,
Then bells and drums resound.
This spills, that thumps,
All emerge, drinking from the pots.
This leaps, that dances,
To the rhythm of fairies,
This sways, that struts,
This spills, that splashes.

Behold, Holi's come, bringing colors,
Holi's here, the pichkari sprays gulal,
The heart has blossomed, a cloud it becomes,
Colors overflow, blue, green, and red.
Behold, Holi's come, bringing colors,
Holi's here, the pichkari sprays gulal,
The heart has blossomed, a cloud it becomes,
Colors overflow, blue, green, and red.
In this revelry of hues, I'll play, I'll be colored,
This year, the colors are deep.
Now, let no one stop us, let no one scold us,
Let happen whatever may,
Behold, Holi's come, bringing colors,
Holi's here, the pichkari sprays gulal,
The heart has blossomed, a cloud it becomes,
Colors overflow, blue, green, and red.

My blouse is soaked, my veil is wet,
Beloved, see, I'm turned blue,
A little tipsy, you become,
My slender waist, so supple.
Why shouldn't the mind wander, why shouldn't the body burn,
Don't cast those nets of glances, again and again.
Now, let no one stop us, let no one scold us,
Let happen whatever may,
Behold, Holi's come, bringing colors,
Today, a wonder has occurred,
Colors fly, it seems as if the air itself is colored,
From a silver platter, taking gulal, now Radha and Murari will play Holi,
Radha is also mischievous, she acts quickly,
She shoots Kanhaiya with a pichkari.
From a silver platter, taking gulal, now Radha and Murari will play Holi,
Radha is also mischievous, she acts quickly,
She shoots Kanhaiya with a pichkari.
From a silver platter, taking gulal, now Radha and Murari will play Holi,
Radha is also mischievous, she acts quickly,
She shoots Kanhaiya with a pichkari.
The onlookers are stunned, that in Holi, both are together,
So Radha and Kanhaiya have become one, who is Radha, who is Kanhaiya?
Who understands this, who knows this?

In Holi, when eyes meet with the beloved, the wrist falters, the words grow,
Like arrows, they pierce my heart, your gaze, when it falls upon me.
When this ras unfolds, when this revelry erupts, how can anyone escape?
Don't ask us this question.
Now, let no one stop us, let no one scold us,
Let happen whatever may,
Behold, Holi's come, bringing colors,
Holi's here, the pichkari sprays gulal,
The heart has blossomed, a cloud it becomes,
Colors overflow, blue, green, and red.
Now, let no one stop us, let no one scold us,
Let happen whatever may,
Behold, Holi's come, bringing colors,
Holi's here, the pichkari sprays gulal,
The heart has blossomed, a cloud it becomes,
Colors overflow, blue, green, and red.