holi aai pyari pyari, bhar pichkaari
rang de chunariya hamari
ho piya rang de chunariya hamari
mere tan ko bhiga de, man ko bhiga de
maan le arj hamari
ho piya rang de chunariya hamari

ek baras me ek din holi, jag do din ka mela
ho piya jag do din ka mela
ho tan ka pinjara chhod ke ek din, panchhi jaye akela
ho piya panchhi jaye akela
ho ghadi muskaaye aur murjhaaye, jivan ki phulvari
ho piya rang de chunariya hamari
holi aai pyari pyari, bhar pichkaari
rang de chunariya hamari
ho piya rang de chunariya hamari

man ke ujle chaadariya pe, pad gaya rang gulabi
pyar ke rang me rangte jaaye, tere naina sharabi
ho rangte jaaye, tere naina sharabi
ho rangte jaaye, tere naina sharabi
ho kabhin lalchaaye, kabhi sharmaye
hamri preet kanvaari
ho piya rang de chunariya hamari
holi aai pyari pyari, bhar pichkaari
rang de chunariya hamari
ho piya rang de chunariya hamari

The Holi has arrived, so sweet, with sprayers full,
Dye my veil, oh, dye it true.
Oh, Beloved, dye my veil anew.
Soak my flesh, drench my soul,
Heed my plea, and see it through.
Oh, Beloved, dye my veil anew.

Holi arrives but once a year, the world, a fleeting fair,
Oh, Beloved, a fleeting fair.
Leaving the cage of the body one day, the bird takes flight, alone,
Oh, Beloved, alone it shall fare.
A moment smiles, then fades away, life's garden, so rare,
Oh, Beloved, dye my veil anew.
The Holi has arrived, so sweet, with sprayers full,
Dye my veil, oh, dye it true.
Oh, Beloved, dye my veil anew.

Upon the white cloth of my heart, a blush of pink now gleams,
In love's hue, they are dyed, your intoxicating eyes,
Oh, they are dyed, your intoxicating eyes.
Oh, they are dyed, your intoxicating eyes.
Sometimes they yearn, sometimes they blush,
Our love, a virgin stream.
Oh, Beloved, dye my veil anew.
The Holi has arrived, so sweet, with sprayers full,
Dye my veil, oh, dye it true.
Oh, Beloved, dye my veil anew.