aji thoda sa gulal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le
aji thoda sa gulal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le
fagun mahina masti bahar ki hoy fagun mahina masti bahar ki
jholiya abir ki boli hai pyar ki boli hai pyar ki
pehla waar tu sambhal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le
aji thoda sa gulal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le

nari saloni gori ya kali chitwan ki chanchal ya bholi bhali
dupatte wali ya ghunghat wali dupatte wali ya ghunghat wali
hoti hai aurat nakhre wali
zara ghunghat bhi utar tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le
aji thoda sa gulal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le

ho kyu na koi gora ya kala gora ya kala
gokula bhagat ya jogi nirala jogi nirala
chikna khda ho ya bhola bhala chikna khda ho ya bhola bhala
marte hai dhokha de jane wala
aji teri ye mazal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le
aji thoda sa gulal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le

holi me mane barso ke ruthe are hatho ka kumkum galo par phute
fagun ki masti na apni basti fagun ki masti na apni basti
satrwi kali pure barsti
rahe kahe ko malal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le
aji thoda sa gulal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le
aji thoda sa gulal tu bhi le le le thoda sa gulal tu bhi le

Take a pinch of crimson, let it be,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.
This month of Phagun, joy takes hold,
A revelry of stories to be told.
Baskets overflow with hues of love,
Whispers of affection from above.
First strike you face, with grace and glee,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.
Take a pinch of crimson, let it be,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.

Fair maid, of skin both light and deep,
With eyes that dance, or secrets keep.
Veiled or open, your spirit free,
Beneath the shawl, the mystery.
A woman’s ways, a playful art,
Lift the veil, and play your part.
Take a pinch of crimson, let it be,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.
Take a pinch of crimson, let it be,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.

Let each soul be fair or dark,
A yogi's quest, a lover's spark.
The boldest heart, or gentle face,
Betrayal's sting, time cannot erase.
If such a trick, you understand,
Take a pinch of crimson, from your hand.
Take a pinch of crimson, let it be,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.
Take a pinch of crimson, let it be,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.

In Holi's dance, old wounds now mend,
Crimson blooms, on cheeks descend.
This Phagun's spirit, fills the air,
A joyful echo, everywhere.
The past year's shadows, let them cease,
Embrace the joy, find inner peace.
Why linger lost, in sorrow's hold?
Take a pinch of crimson, brave and bold.
Take a pinch of crimson, let it be,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.
Take a pinch of crimson, let it be,
Take a pinch of crimson, just for thee.