bhang ko aise chhano
jaise jamana ji ki kich, kich
ghar ke samjhe mar gaye
hum pade nashe ke bich
chhan chhan chhan, kisi ki na maan
nikal jayenge paran to kaun kahega chhan
oye chhan chhan chhan, kisi ki na maan
nikal jayenge paran to kaun kahega chhan

holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re
aayi re holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re
gaao re jhum jhum, naacho re ghum ghum
gaao re jhum jhum, naacho re ghum ghum
o bajne do khushiyo ki shehnayi re
holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re

bhang ghoto bhang ghoto
tambe ka paisa sang ghoto
hoye bhang ghoto bhang ghoto
tambe ka paisa sang ghoto

chaho to thandai pi lo
chaho to barfi kah lo
bhang me rang mila lo
lekin rang me bhang na daalo
holi par itni peelo jo diwali tak jaye
diwali tak jaye
basti bhar me is masti se
koi na bachne paye
koi na bachne paye
lahar aayi re, lahar aayi re
manwa me ganga si lahar aayi
holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re

mujhe rang le o mujhe rang le
apne rang me
naachungi main tere sang me
hume rang lo apne rang me
holi khelenge hum sang me
bade baap ki beti ho to
apne ghar me baithe
apne sang wo aaye
jo rang malwaye, rang fenke
gori aayi re, gori aayi re
tan gora, man kora ang layi re
aayi re holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re

mahlo me rahne walo ka
in galiyo me kya kaam re
hum to pyar se dil ko taule
dil ke lagao tum daam re
bhar pichkari maaro lekin
aise bol na maaro
aise bol na maaro
pancho ungli nahi barabar
hoti hai matwaro, sunlo o mere yaaro
pachhtayi re, pachhtayi re
dur rah ke main pachhtayi re
holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re

chhodo bhi takrar ki baate
jhagde ko break lagao
jo rasta hai saaf aur sidha
gaadi udhar ghumao
pyar me jhagda hota hai to
aur bhi badhta pyar
aur bhi badhta pyar
har jhagde ka antim din hai
holi ka tyohaar
holi ka tyohaar
samajh aayi re, samajh aayi re
baat pate ki ye samajh aayi re
holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re
holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re
holi aayi re holi aayi re
rang rangilo ki toli aayi re

Filter the bhang, sift it fine,
Like the Jamuna's mud, a mire.
Those who understood life's end, they died,
While we in intoxication reside.
Sift, sift, sift, heed no decree,
When life departs, who'll say 'sift' for me?
Oh sift, sift, sift, heed no decree,
When life departs, who'll say 'sift' for me?

Holi comes, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!
Comes Holi, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!
Sing and sway, dance and swirl,
Sing and sway, dance and swirl,
Let joy's shehnai unfurl!
Holi comes, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!

Grind the bhang, grind it well,
With a copper coin, the story to tell.
Grind the bhang, grind it well,
With a copper coin, the story to tell.

If you wish, drink the thandai cool,
Or savor the barfi's sweet rule.
Mix color in bhang's embrace,
But let no bhang spoil color's grace.
Drink so much on Holi's day,
That it lasts till Diwali's sway.
Throughout the town, in this revelry,
None shall escape, you and me.
None shall escape, you and me.
A wave arrives, a wave arrives,
In the heart, a Ganga wave thrives.
Holi comes, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!

Color me, oh color me,
In your colors, wild and free.
I will dance with you, my heart's delight,
Color us together, in the Holi light.
If you're a high-born daughter, stay,
Within your home, come what may.
Let those come along who apply the dye,
And splash the hues in the sky.
A fair maiden comes, a fair maiden comes,
Fair of body, with a heart that hums.
Comes Holi, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!

What business have those in mansions grand,
In these humble streets, understand?
We weigh the heart with love's true art,
Place value on the soul's true heart.
Fill the pichkari, spray with glee,
But let no harsh words be.
But let no harsh words be.
All five fingers are not the same,
Hear this, you revelers, in this game.
Regrets arrive, regrets arrive,
From afar, my heart does strive.
Holi comes, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!

Leave aside the quarrelsome words,
Apply the brakes to feuding herds.
If the path is clear and straight,
Turn the carriage, seal your fate.
If love brings strife, it grows more deep,
And the heart's true secrets to keep.
And the heart's true secrets to keep.
Every conflict's final day,
Is the festival of Holi's sway.
Holi's sway.
Understanding dawns, understanding dawns,
This profound truth softly spawns.
Holi comes, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!
Holi comes, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!
Holi comes, ah Holi comes,
A riot of colors, the joyous drums!