rang laal pila nila hara nila nila
rang laal pila nila hara nila nila
o meri pehale hi tang thi choli
upar se aa gai bairan holi
zulm tune kar dala, pyar me rang dala
main to sharam se pani pani holi
ho tujhako silava dunga nai choli
ke ab tu solah baras ki holi
zulm tune kar dala, pyar me rang dala
o ho bina banduk chal gai goli
o meri pehale hi tang thi choli

rangila rangila mausam rangila mausam aya
rangila rangila mausam rangila mausam aya
tere mere pyar ke charche hone lage hai gali gali
tere mere pyar ke charche hone lage hai gali gali
duniya vale karane lage hai baate ab to jali jali
duniya vale karane lage hai baate ab to jali jali
o ho zulm tune kar dala, pyar me rang dala
main to sharam se pani pani holi
o meri pehale hi tang thi choli

sajan ab to tum bin hamse raha na jayega
sajan ab to tum bin hamse raha na jayega
jaldi hi divana tera doli lekar aayega
jaldi hi divana tera doli lekar aayega
zulm tune kar dala, pyar me rang dala
o ho bina banduk chal gai goli
ho tujhako silava dunga nai choli
ke ab tu solah baras ki holi
zulm tune kar dala, pyar me rang dala
main to sharam se pani pani holi
o meri pehale hi tang thi choli

Crimson, gold, azure, emerald, indigo, indigo,
Crimson, gold, azure, emerald, indigo, indigo,
My blouse, already, barely held,
Then the cruel Holi, it compelled.
You wreaked havoc, with love you painted,
I, with shame, became water, abated.
I will stitch for you a new blouse,
For now, you are sixteen, in a house
Of love's command, where colors blend,
A shot fired, though no gun did send.
Ah, my blouse, already, barely held.

Colorful, colorful, the season arrived,
Colorful, colorful, the season revived.
Of our love, whispers fill the streets,
Of our love, the world repeats.
The world now speaks with tongues of fire,
The world now fueled by desire.
You wreaked havoc, with love you painted,
I, with shame, became water, abated.
Ah, my blouse, already, barely held.

Beloved, without you, I cannot remain,
Beloved, without you, I feel the pain.
Soon your lover, a palanquin to bring,
Soon your lover, your joy to sing.
You wreaked havoc, with love you painted,
A shot fired, though no gun did send.
I will stitch for you a new blouse,
For now, you are sixteen, in a house
Of love's command, where colors blend,
I, with shame, became water, my end.
Ah, my blouse, already, barely held.