holi hai
khaike paan banaras wala
khul jaaye bandh akal ka taala
khaike paan banaras wala
are chup
ho maro pichkari rang daro yeh kuwari
are holi ke bahane mere rasiya
are holi ke bahane mere rasiya
hey maro pichkari rang daro yeh kuwari
are holi ke bahane rangrasiya
ho are holi ke bahane rangrasiya
dal pakoli bhaat pakoli parwal ke tarkari
are dahi bina rushal badi bra ke matari
are maro pichkari rang daro yeh kuwari
are holi ke bahane mere rasiya
are holi ke bahane mere rasiya
are maro pichkari rang daro yeh kuwari
are holi ke bahane rangrasiya
ho are holi ke bahane rangrasiya

o ho o ho o ho
gore gore gaal pe tere
laal gulal laga du
haye ang laga ke rang de sajna
laaj ka ghunghata utha du ha
ae bhang chadha ke tune kiya hai
bhang chadha ke tune kiya hai
dil pe hamre jadu
kheer pakoni pua pakoni chini ke tari
are chasni bina rushal badi laddu ke matari
are re maro pichkari rang daro yeh kuwari
are holi ke bahane mere rasiya
are holi ke bahane mere rasiya
are maro pichkari rang daro yeh kuwari
are holi ke bahane rangrasiya
ho are holi ke bahane rangrasiya

aaaaaa ho ho ho aaaaaa ho ho ho
dam dama dam bajne lage hai
dhol manjire baja aaha
aaj maine pehli dafa
kheli holi mere raja aaye haye
tujhe pakad ke rang diya hai
tujhe pakad ke rang diya hai
kar liya hai kabu
taal bhi deni sur bhi deni us pe deni gaali
are dholak bina rusahl badi damru ke matari
t r r ra
maro pichkari rang daro yeh kuwari
are holi ke bahane mere rasiya
are holi ke bahane mere rasiya
are re maro pichkari rang daro yeh kuwari
are holi ke bahane rangrasiya
ho are holi ke bahane rangraisya
ae halo o ho o ho o ho
ayega ho ayega
holi hai o ho o ho o ho
hey hey hey hey hey hey
o ho o ho o ho

It is Holi

A taste of Banaras betel,
unlocks the mind's sealed door.
A taste of Banaras betel,
Hush...

Spray the colors, drench the maiden,
O, my love, in the guise of Holi.
O, my love, in the guise of Holi.
Spray the colors, drench the maiden,
O, color-lover, in the guise of Holi.
O, color-lover, in the guise of Holi.

Lentils, fritters, rice, fritters, parwal's stew,
the mother of bara is angry without yogurt.
Spray the colors, drench the maiden,
O, my love, in the guise of Holi.
O, my love, in the guise of Holi.
Spray the colors, drench the maiden,
O, color-lover, in the guise of Holi.
O, color-lover, in the guise of Holi.

O ho o ho o ho

On your fair cheeks,
I shall paint red powder.
Come, embrace me and color me, darling,
I'll lift the veil of shame, yes.
You've cast a spell with bhang,
you've cast a spell with bhang,
on my heart, a magic.
Kheer, fritters, puri, fritters, sugar syrup,
the mother of laddu is angry without syrup.
Spray the colors, drench the maiden,
O, my love, in the guise of Holi.
O, my love, in the guise of Holi.
Spray the colors, drench the maiden,
O, color-lover, in the guise of Holi.
O, color-lover, in the guise of Holi.

Aaa ho ho ho aaa ho ho ho

Drums begin to beat,
with cymbals and music, aha!
Today, for the first time,
I play Holi, my king, aye!
I've caught you and colored you,
I've caught you and colored you,
I've gained control.
Give the beat, give the tune, and on top of that, give an insult,
the mother of the damru is angry without the drum.
Ta ra ra

Spray the colors, drench the maiden,
O, my love, in the guise of Holi.
O, my love, in the guise of Holi.
Spray the colors, drench the maiden,
O, color-lover, in the guise of Holi.
O, color-lover, in the guise of Holi.
Ai ho ho o ho o ho
Aiyega ho aiyega
It is Holi o ho o ho o ho
He he he he he he
O ho o ho o ho