dhaagin dhinak dhin
dhaagin dhinak dhin
dhaagin dhinak dhin

atak-atak jhatapat panaghat par
chatak matak ik naar naveli
gori gori gwaalan ki chhori chali
chori chori mukh mori mori musakaaye alabeli
kankari gale me maari kakari kanhaiyaa ne
pakari baanh aur ki atakheli
bhari pichakaari maari
sa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra
bholi panihaari boli

sa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra
are jaa re hat natakhat
naa chhu re meraa ghunghat
palat ke dungi aaj tujhe gaali re
palat ke dungi aaj tujhe gaali re
mujhe samajho na tum bholi bhaali re

sa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra
aaya holi kaa tyohaar
ude rag ki bauchhaar
tu hai naar nakharedaar matawaali re
aaj mithi lage hai teri gaali re

o haan haan haan aa ho
tak tak naa maar pichakaari ki dhaar
tak tak naa maar pichakaari ki dhaar
komal badan sah sake naa ye maar
tu hai anaadi badaa hi ganwaar
kajare me tune abir diyaa daar
teri jhakajhori se baaz aayi hori se
chor teri chori niraali re
mujhe samajho na tum bholi bhaali re

are jaa re hat natakhat
naa chhu re meraa ghunghat
palat ke dungi aaj tujhe gaali re
mujhe samajho na tum bholi bhaali re

dharati hai laal aaj ambar hai laal
dharati hai laal aaj ambar hai laal
udane de gori gaalo kaa gulaal
mat laaj kaa aaj ghunghat nikaal
de dil ki dhadakan pe dhinak dhinak taal
jhaanjh baje shankh baje
sag me mridag baje
aag me umag khushiyaali re
aaj mithi lage hai teri gaali re

are jaa re hat natakhat
naa chhu re meraa ghunghat
palat ke dungi aaj tujhe gaali re
mujhe samajho na tum bholi bhaali re

ar ra ra ra ra ra ar ra ra ra ra ra
are ja re hat natkhat
na chhu re mera ghunghat
palat ke dungi aaj tujhe gali re
mujhe samjho na tum bholi bhali re

aaya holi ka tyohar ude rang ki bauchhar
tu hai naar nakharedar matwali re
aaj mithi lage hai teri gali re

are jaa re hat natakhat
naa chhu re meraa ghunghat
palat ke dungi aaj tujhe gaali re
mujhe samajho na tum bholi bhaali re

Dance of rhythm, a vibrant beat,
At the well, a maiden sweet.
Fair and fair, a milkmaid's grace,
A secret smile upon her face.

He, with a pebble, found his aim,
A playful touch, a whispered name.
Then a spray, a sudden burst,
And her heart, in laughter, immersed.

"Go away, you rogue, begone,
Don't lift my veil, leave me alone!
I'll give you back a scolding tongue,
Don't think I'm naive, still young!"
The festival of colors is here,
And hues of joy fill the air.
You're a proud woman, full of fire,
And your scolding, I now admire.

Oh, yes, ah, ho!
Stop your spray's relentless flow,
This tender frame can't take the blow.
You're a clumsy oaf, don't you know?
You've stained my kohl with crimson show!
Your playful chase, I now deplore,
Your thieving ways, I can't ignore!
Don't think I'm naive, still young!
"Go away, you rogue, begone,
Don't lift my veil, leave me alone!
I'll give you back a scolding tongue,
Don't think I'm naive, still young!"
Earth is red, and heaven's alight.

Let the red of her cheeks take flight,
Let the veil of shame be cast aside,
Let the heart's drum beat, deep inside.
Cymbals clash, conches blow,
Drums resound in vibrant flow,
Joyful bliss within the core,
And your scolding, I now adore.
"Go away, you rogue, begone,
Don't lift my veil, leave me alone!
I'll give you back a scolding tongue,
Don't think I'm naive, still young!"

Ar, ar, ar, ar, ar, ar
"Go away, you rogue, begone,
Don't lift my veil, leave me alone!
I'll give you back a scolding tongue,
Don't think I'm naive, still young!"
The festival of colors is here,
And hues of joy fill the air.
You're a proud woman, full of fire,
And your scolding, I now admire.
"Go away, you rogue, begone,
Don't lift my veil, leave me alone!
I'll give you back a scolding tongue,
Don't think I'm naive, still young!"