holi khele nandlala biraj me
holi khele nandlala
holi khele nandlala biraj me
holi khele nandlala
holi khele nandlala biraj me
holi khele nandlala

krishna ke hatho kanak pichkari
krishna ke hatho kanak pichkari
ha radha ke hath abira
ha radha ke hath abira, briaj me
holi khele nandlala
holi khele nandlala biraj me
holi khele nandlala

dampa kahe ko bajaye tarsaye jiyra
dampa kahe ko
dampa kahe ko bajaye tarsaye jiyra
dampa kahe ko
dampa kahe ko bajaye tarsaye jiyra
dampa kahe ko
choti choti naar gazab naina
dampa kahe ko, holi hai
choti choti naar gazab naina
dampa kahe ko
dampa ko bajaye mero man ko lubhaye
dampa ko bajaye mero man ko lubhaye
holi khelenge sang tore angana
dampa kahe ko, holi hai
holi khelenge sang tore angana
dampa kahe ko
dampa kahe ko bajaye tarsaye jiyra
dampa kahe ko

ho rama ho ho rama ho
ho rama ho ho rama ho
mem sahab aayi ban than ke
sahab aaye ban than ke
mem sahab aayi ban than ke
sahab aaye ban than ke
aage aage mem sahab piche firanya
aage aage mem sahab piche firanya
soda ki botal bagal me
soda ki botal bagal me dabaye
sahab aaye ban than ke
ghunghrdaar tere baal ghunghrdaar
ghunghrdaar tere baal
hoth tere laal laal
seb jaisa gol gal wah re vilayti maal
holi hai, holi hai

In Vrindavan, the Beloved plays,
In Vrindavan, the Beloved plays,
In Vrindavan, the Beloved plays.

Golden spray in Krishna's hand,
Radha's fingers stained with rose,
In Vrindavan, the Beloved plays.
In Vrindavan, the Beloved plays.

Why the drum, that aches the heart?
Why the drum?
Why the drum, that aches the heart?
Why the drum?
Why the drum, that aches the heart?
Why the drum?
Maidens small, eyes that smolder,
Why the drum, this Holi time?
Maidens small, eyes that smolder,
Why the drum?
The drum that calls, enthralls my soul,
We'll play Holi, side by side,
Why the drum, this Holi time?
We'll play Holi, side by side,
Why the drum?
Why the drum, that aches the heart?
Why the drum?

Ho Rama, Ho Ho Rama Ho
Ho Rama, Ho Ho Rama Ho

The Mem-Sahib comes, adorned and bright,
The Sahib comes, in finery clad,
The Mem-Sahib comes, adorned and bright,
The Sahib comes, in finery clad,
Mem-Sahib leads, the Firangi follows,
Mem-Sahib leads, the Firangi follows,
Soda bottle tucked beneath the arm,
The Sahib comes, in finery clad.
Curly tresses, oh so grand,
Lips of crimson, a burning brand,
Cheeks like apples, round and fair,
Oh, this Western bounty rare!
Holi time, Holi time!