ho kaun samay mein gende phoole
kaun samay mein bela
ho kaun samay mein gende phoole
kaun samay mein bela
he koun samay mein naina lage
koun samay mein bela koun samay mein bela
ho ladako dhum machao peda jalebi khao
milke shor machao vaah ji vaah
ho kaun samay mein gende phoole
kaun samay mein bela
kaun samay mein bela
ho kaun samay mein gende phoole
kaun samay mein bela
ho kaun samay bela
ho holi mein do naina lage
ho holi mein do naina lage
lage basanti mela
hoye lage basanti mela
ho ladako dhum machao peda jalebi khao
milke shor machao vaah ji vaah

ho sone jaise munh mein bindiyan
aankh mein kajal lave
ho aankh mein kajal lave
ho jo ho ho sone jaise munh mein bindiyan
aankh mein kajal lave
ho aankh mein kajal lave
chhup chhup nain katari maare
chhup chhup nain katari maare
kahe paas na aave
ho kahe paas na aave
ho ladako dhum machao
peda jalebi khao
milke shor machao vaah ji vaah

ho aankh mein kajal lake
piriya piya se milane jave
ho piya se milane jave
ho piya se milane jave
ho aankh mein kajal lake
piriya piya se milane jave
ho piya se milane jave
marane vale mar kare
marane vale mar kere
vo hanth kabhi na aave
vo hanth kabhi na aave
ho ladako dhum machao
peda jalebi khao
milke shor machao vaah ji vaah

When does the marigold bloom,
when does jasmine grace?
When does the marigold bloom,
when does jasmine grace?
When do eyes find their gaze,
when does the fair embrace?
Oh, lads, let the revelry rise, sweets and joy consume,
Unite in the clamor, a triumphant boom!
When does the marigold bloom,
when does jasmine grace?
When does jasmine grace?
When does the marigold bloom,
when does jasmine grace?
When does jasmine grace?
In Holi's fire, eyes ignite,
a springtime fair we face,
A springtime fair we face.
Oh, lads, let the revelry rise, sweets and joy consume,
Unite in the clamor, a triumphant boom!

Like gold, a bindi on her brow,
kohl in eyes that gleam,
kohl in eyes that gleam.
Like gold, a bindi on her brow,
kohl in eyes that gleam,
kohl in eyes that gleam.
Secret glances, arrows drawn,
why does she not convene?
Why does she not convene?
Oh, lads, let the revelry rise, sweets and joy consume,
Unite in the clamor, a triumphant boom!

With kohl-lined eyes, the beloved,
to her lover's arms does flee,
to her lover's arms does flee,
to her lover's arms does flee.
With kohl-lined eyes, the beloved,
to her lover's arms does flee,
to her lover's arms does flee.
Those who yearn, do so in vain,
that touch, they'll never see.
That touch, they'll never see.
Oh, lads, let the revelry rise, sweets and joy consume,
Unite in the clamor, a triumphant boom!