o rangrejwa rang de aisi chunariya
ke rang na fika pde
o rangrejwa rang de aisi chunariya
ke rang na fika pde
o rangrejwa

pag pag pr lakho he thag the
tan rang ne ki dhun main
sbse sab din bach nikla
man par bach na saka fagun mein
to jag main ye tan ye mera man
rah na saka bairaagi
kori kori kori kori
kori kori kori kori
chunri mori ho gayi re huye re dagi
ab jeeya dhadke
ab jeeya dhadke is chunari pe
sb ki najariya gade
o rangrejwa rang de aisi chunariya
ke rang na fika pade
o rangrejwa

rang vo jisme rangi thi radha
rangi thi jisme meera
usi rang mein sb rang dube
kah gaye das kabira
to neele peele laal sa bajrang
tu na mujhe dikh la re
main samjha dun main samjha dun
main samjha du bhedh mujhe ye
tu na mujhe samjha re
prem hai rang vo
prem hai rang vo
chadh jaye to rang na duja chadhe
o rangrejwa rang de aisi chunariya
ke rang na fika pde
o rangrejwa

O, Dyer of Colors, dye my veil thus,
That its hues may never fade,
O, Dyer of Colors, dye my veil thus,
That its hues may never fade,
O, Dyer...

At every step, a myriad of deceivers,
In the fervor of dyeing the flesh,
I escaped them all, day after day,
But in Spring's embrace, the heart could not escape,
So in this world, this body, this mind,
Could not remain detached,
Pure, pure, pure, pure,
Pure, pure, pure, pure,
My veil, alas, is stained,
Now the heart throbs,
Now the heart throbs upon this veil,
As all eyes are fixed,
O, Dyer of Colors, dye my veil thus,
That its hues may never fade,
O, Dyer...

The color in which Radha was dyed,
In which Meera was dyed,
In that very color, all hues drown,
Thus spoke the disciple Kabir,
So blue, yellow, red, like the Bajrang,
Do not show these to me,
I'll understand, I'll understand,
I'll understand this secret,
Do not explain it to me,
Love is a color,
Love is a color,
Once it ascends, no other hue will,
O, Dyer of Colors, dye my veil thus,
That its hues may never fade,
O, Dyer...