holi hai
ae gori ae gori ae gori
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
lage hai aj tujhko sharam ri
aj key din masti na churam ji
aj har bat ki mafi, aj puri ajhadi
aj too phirse kunwari
sans sasur na koyi balam hai
ae gori ae gori ae gori
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
ae chhaila ae chhaila ae chhaila
rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
lage na aj koyi mujhko sharam ji
manu bhi na mai masti ko churam ji
mangu mai tujhse mafi, deta dil nahi gawahi
khush hu mai jabse bihayi
base dil me jis din se sajan hain

rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
ae chhaila ae chhaila ae chhaila

pure shaharava me failai charcha
ho o o o mehkaye fagun ko
tera hi gajra tera hi gajra tera hi gajra
pure shaharava me faila yi charcha key
mehkaye fagun ko tera hi gajra
o ri chunari sasuhari, behati hain baun suhani
aj rangi ne chuni rani tere hontho ki lali
ae gori ae gori ae gori
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me

jeher nikoda bas fante banave, kaun sasura inhe
buti pilave buti pilave buti pilave
jeher nikoda bas fante banave
kaun sasura inhein buti pilave
mera gajra aur chunari, iname bas sehak sajan ki
ayi hontho peh lali
jabse chakhi maine prit ki lali
ae chhaila ae chhaila ae chhaila
rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
apne hi rang me, sajan apne hi rang me

aja lagayein yaha rango ka majava
dekhe dikhaye a javani ka jalwa
kal sab pad ja na phika, rehna na koyi kisika
pas aaj mauj ka dana, ude hans kal na gana
ae gori ae gori ae gori
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me

lagata hamari ruji rango ka majama
dekh ke hamri javani ka jalwa
hove phike rang kachche, jin ke rishte na sachche
jahan bas nam sajan ka, wahan hans kaun des begana
ae chhaila ae chhaila ae chhaila
rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
ae gori ae gori ae gori
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
ae chhaila, ae gori, ae chhaila
ae chhaila ae chhaila ae chhaila
rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
rang de hai chholiya humar sajan apne hi rang me
ae chhaila, ae gori, ae chhaila
ae gori ae gori ae gori
rang de ba chholiya tohar jogira rang me
rang de bachholiya tohar jo bira rang me
ae gori, chhaila holi hai

Ho Gori, Ho Gori, Ho Gori,
dye your blouse, in colors of the divine play,
shame whispers to you today,
but today, let no joy fade away.
Forgiveness blooms in every word, freedom unfurls,
today, you're a maiden anew,
no father-in-law, no husband, only you.
Ho Gori, Ho Gori, Ho Gori,
dye your blouse, in colors of the divine play.

Ho Chaila, Ho Chaila, Ho Chaila,
dye my blouse, in my beloved's hue,
shame whispers to me today,
yet joy's essence, I won't eschew.
I seek your forgiveness, though my heart won't confess,
joy fills me since we've wed,
my beloved resides within my heart's bed.
dye my blouse, in my beloved's hue,
Ho Chaila, Ho Chaila, Ho Chaila.

The city whispers, spreading tales, oh, oh, oh,
fragrant Spring's breath, it's you,
your jasmine garland, your jasmine garland, your jasmine garland,
the city whispers, spreading tales,
fragrant Spring's breath, it's your jasmine garland.
My sari, spun with devotion's thread,
today, colored by the Queen, your lips' radiant red.
Ho Gori, Ho Gori, Ho Gori,
dye your blouse, in colors of the divine play.

This bitter poison, only fissures create,
who is the father-in-law, who gives this potion,
this potion, this potion?
This bitter poison, only fissures create,
who is the father-in-law, who gives this potion?
My jasmine garland, my sari, in them only the fragrance of my beloved,
on these lips, the blush of love, since I tasted love's sweet bud.
Ho Chaila, Ho Chaila, Ho Chaila,
dye my blouse, in my beloved's own color,
in his own color, my beloved's own color.

Come, let us revel in the colors' delight,
let us display the vibrant youth's light,
tomorrow, all will fade, no one will remain,
today, let us savor this fleeting grain, laugh now, no tears to drain.
Ho Gori, Ho Gori, Ho Gori,
dye your blouse, in colors of the divine play.

It seems my heart is touched seeing the colors' delight,
seeing the vibrant youth's light,
fades the colours which are raw, whose relations are untrue,
where only my beloved's name, there, who can laugh in a foreign land?
Ho Chaila, Ho Chaila, Ho Chaila,
dye my blouse, in my beloved's own color.
Ho Gori, Ho Gori, Ho Gori,
dye your blouse, in colors of the divine play.
Ho Chaila, Ho Gori, Ho Chaila,
dye my blouse, in my beloved's own color.
Ho Chaila, Ho Gori, Ho Chaila, Ho Gori, Ho Gori, Ho Gori,
dye your blouse, in colors of the divine play.
Ho Gori, Chaila, Holi is here!