bhaang nashili bahut rasili, bhanwre si gun gun
intezaar tha jiska dekho aaya wo faagun
ha alhad si hai masti chaayi, bhigi choli bole
ho aage piche ghume tere chhoro ki paltan tan tan
holi me ude hai gulal, o gori tere gaal kitne gore gore
ha maaro kitna bhi chance, karungi na romance
tu dur hatt chhore chhore
holi me ude hai gulal, o gori tere gaal kitne gore gore
ha maaro kitna bhi chance, karungi na romance
tu dur hatt chhore chhore

pichkaari me bharke bhang tune bhar di meri maang
sar pe chhaya aisa nasha, mai to ho gayi puri jawan
ha alhad si hai masti chaayi, bhigi choli bole
ho aage piche ghume tere chhoro ki paltan tan tan
bhaang ki masti me aaj dil yeh behaal
nasha hai chadhe haule haule
holi me ude hai gulal, lao re mere gaal hai kitne gore gore
holi me ude hai gulal, o gori tere gaal kitne gore gore
ha maaro kitna bhi chance, karungi naa romance
tu dur hatt chhore chhore

ho rang bhang ke dikhake tevar
bhakto ke sang masti ka flavour
nain matake ki li aazadi, baba bhi badle hai kalewar
ho rango ki barsaat ho rahi, bhigo re bhigo re bhigo
ho dari ke rang me range hai jogi, tu hai apni hi jogan
holi me ude hai gulal, o gori tere gaal kitne gore gore
ha maaro kitna bhi chance, karungi naa romance
tu dur hatt chhore chhore
holi me ude hai gulal, o gori tere gaal kitne gore gore
ha maaro kitna bhi chance, karungi naa romance
tu dur hatt chhore chhore

Intoxicating bhang, a nectar so deep,
Bees hum, a chorus I keep.
The wait, the yearning, now the season's here,
Phalgun's touch, banishing all fear.

Wild abandon, a rapture untold,
Wet blouse whispers, stories of old.
Boys' platoons swirl, a playful dance,
"Ton, ton, ton," a joyous trance.
Gulal in the air, a crimson flight,
Oh fair maiden, your cheeks, pure white!
Though chances are sought, a romance I spurn,
Away from me, you boys must turn.
Gulal in the air, a crimson flight,
Oh fair maiden, your cheeks, pure white!
Though chances are sought, a romance I spurn,
Away from me, you boys must turn.

Bhang in the pichkari, you filled my parting,
A spell descends, a youthful starting.
I'm lost in the haze, my spirit ablaze,
Now, a woman, in the day's bright gaze.
Wild abandon, a rapture untold,
Wet blouse whispers, stories of old.
Boys' platoons swirl, a playful dance,
"Ton, ton, ton," a joyous trance.
In bhang's wild grace, my heart undone,
Slowly, softly, the revelry's begun.
Gulal in the air, oh, bring it near!
My cheeks are fair, beyond compare.
Gulal in the air, a crimson flight,
Oh fair maiden, your cheeks, pure white!
Though chances are sought, a romance I spurn,
Away from me, you boys must turn.

With hues of color, a bold display,
Devotees join in, come what may.
Eyes meet, freedom's song they sing,
Even the divine, a new image bring.
A rain of hues, descends and streams,
Soak, oh soak me, in these vibrant dreams!
In the color of love, the hermit's dyed,
I am the yogini, by your side.
Gulal in the air, a crimson flight,
Oh fair maiden, your cheeks, pure white!
Though chances are sought, a romance I spurn,
Away from me, you boys must turn.
Gulal in the air, a crimson flight,
Oh fair maiden, your cheeks, pure white!
Though chances are sought, a romance I spurn,
Away from me, you boys must turn.