jhik-jhik jhanak, holi khele nandlala
holi khele nandlala biraj me, holi khele nandlala
holi khele nandlala biraj me, holi khele nandlala

kanha ne mari kanak pichkari
kanha ne mari kanak pichkari
radha rani ko rang dala
radha rani ko rang dala
biraj me holi khele nandlala
holi khele nandlala biraj me, holi khele nandlala

bhar-bhar pichkari mere sanware, maro na
sanware maro na, maro na
bhig gai choli rang daro na, rang daro na
sanware daro na, rang daro na
sanware rang daro na

gokul ki chhori mai rang meraa gora re
gokul ki chhori mai rang meraa gora re
pahali yeh holi nahi mane man mora re
pahali yeh holi nahi mane man mora re
dekho ji bigaro na meraa singar mere sanware
maro na, sanware maro na maro na
bhig gai choli rang daro na, rang daro na
sanware daro na, rang daro na
sanware rang daro na

chhedo na mohe shyam bich dagar me
dekho ji dekh lega koi, dekh lega koi
kya kahungi puchhengi nanadi jo mose
kisne yeh chunari bhigoi, dekh lega koi
kahna kahin kaale badal jhuke the
kahna kahin kaale badal jhuke the
barsi thirakati bundaniya
haan kahin barsi thirakati bundaniya
chhodo ji chhodo ji aanchal mere sanware
maro na, sanware maro na maro na
bhig gai choli rang daro na, rang daro na
sanware daro na, rang daro na
sanware rang daro na

The rhythm rings, a playful spree,
Nandlala dances, wild and free.
He plays with Holi, in Braj's embrace,
Nandlala dances, in time and space.

Krishna aims, a golden spray,
Krishna aims, at close of day,
Colors Radha, in a vibrant hue,
Colors Radha, with morning dew.
He plays with Holi, in Braj's embrace,
Nandlala dances, in time and space.

Fill the spray, my dark-hued Lord,
Don't strike me, I implore.
My blouse is soaked, in colors deep,
Don't stain me, secrets to keep.
My Lord, don't stain me.

I am a maiden, from Gokul's shore,
My skin is fair, forevermore.
This is my first, this Holi's start,
My heart resists, with broken heart.
Oh, don't disfigure my attire,
My Lord, don't strike me, I desire.
Don't strike me, I implore.
My blouse is soaked, in colors deep,
Don't stain me, secrets to keep.
My Lord, don't stain me.

Don't tease me, dark Shyam, in the way,
Someone will see, they will survey.
What shall I say, when sister asks,
Who soaked my veil, in playful tasks?
Say dark clouds, had bent so low,
Say dark clouds, began to flow,
Dance of drops, upon the land.
Dance of drops, upon the land.
Release my veil, my dark-hued Lord.
Don't strike me, I implore.
My blouse is soaked, in colors deep,
Don't stain me, secrets to keep.
My Lord, don't stain me.