hori aai re kanha braj ke basiya
hori aai re kanha braj ke basiya
hori aai re kanha braj ke basiya
apne apne ghar jhuln lagi
gori sawari gori gori
aaye chanan krishn murari
gori pag bhar chori
aaye chanan krishan murari
gori pag bhar chori

kayaye kahe hum nandanwa se
kan kart bar jori
kayaye kahe hum nandanwa se
kan kart bar jori
sudhar naar karti pukar
kahe nikali khelan hori
sudhar naar karti pukar
kahe nikali khelan hori
hori khelan chali brij ki banita
hori khelan chali brij ki banita
hori khelan chali brij ki banita
hori aai re kanha braj ke basiya
hori aai re kanha braj ke basiya

khud se milati kunwar raj ka
hath gulal pitari
khud se milati kunwar raj ka
hath gulal pitari ?
abhinav gulal ke badal chhaye
aankh bhari rash naari
abhinav gulal ke badal chhaye
aankh bhari rash naari
bhar bhar pichkari chhodat fuhari
bhari shobha je ki nayari
bhar bhar pichkari chhodat fuhari
bhari shobha je ki nayari
rang bhor bhi rang ke rashiya
rang bhor bhi rang ke rashiya
rang bhor bhi rang ke rashiya
hori aai re kanha braj ke basiya
hori aai re kanha braj ke basiya
hori aai re kanha braj ke basiya

The Holi has arrived, O Krishna of Braj,
The Holi has arrived, O Krishna of Braj,
The Holi has arrived, O Krishna of Braj.
In every home, swings begin to sway,
Fair complexions, fair complexions,
Krishna, the flute player, comes like the moon,
Fair feet, in stolen ways,
Krishna, the flute player, comes like the moon.
How can we speak to Nand's son,
Krishna, playing mischievous games?
How can we speak to Nand's son,
Krishna, playing mischievous games?
The virtuous women cry out,
Why have you come to play Holi?
The virtuous women cry out,
Why have you come to play Holi?
To play Holi, the women of Braj have come,
To play Holi, the women of Braj have come,
To play Holi, the women of Braj have come.
The Holi has arrived, O Krishna of Braj,
The Holi has arrived, O Krishna of Braj.

Krishna himself, meets the King's son,
With a hand full of gulal, in a box,
Krishna himself, meets the King's son,
With a hand full of gulal, in a box.
New clouds of gulal are scattered,
Eyes are filled with feminine essence,
New clouds of gulal are scattered,
Eyes are filled with feminine essence.
Spraying with water-guns, they burst forth,
A full beauty, unique and new,
Spraying with water-guns, they burst forth,
A full beauty, unique and new.
Dawn of colors, colored with love,
Dawn of colors, colored with love,
Dawn of colors, colored with love.
The Holi has arrived, O Krishna of Braj,
The Holi has arrived, O Krishna of Braj,
The Holi has arrived, O Krishna of Braj.