holi aayi holi mastano ki toli
sabke labo pe pyar bhari boli
holi aayi holi mastano ki toli
sabke labo pe pyar bhari boli
wo holi ka din ke ho id ka
wo holi ka din ke ho id ka
ye tyohar sare sabhi ke liye
bahane hai milne milane ke ye
bahane hai milne milane ke ye
khushi inki pyare sabhi ke liye, sabhi ke liye

pichkari me pyar ka rang hai
pichkari me pyar ka rang hai
pyar ki koi jaat nahi
pyar ki koi jaat nahi
pyar ke rang me rang jao to
isse badi koi baat nahi
isse badi koi baat nahi
hamare liye tumhare liye
hamare liye tumhare liye
ye rango ke dhare sabhi ke liye
wo holi ka din ke ho id ka
wo holi ka din ke ho id ka
ye tyohar sare sabhi ke liye, sabhi ke liye

aag lage hori jar kyu naa jaaye
mohe piya bin holi na suhaave
ho hori hori jar kyu naa jaaye
mohe piya bin holi na suhaave
ho hori hori jar kyu naa jaaye

mere hi neer bahave hori
rang hi rang udave
jis jivan me koi rang nahi
use rang koi naa bhaave
ho hori hori jar kyu naa jaaye

oh pyaar se rang malwa le gori
warna danga karenge, warna danga karenge
gore gore mukhde ko hum
rang biranga karenge, rang biranga karenge
sajna ghunghta ughado na
dekho chunri bigado na, dekho chunri bigado na
hume bhi jara lagane do rang
hume bhi jara lagane do rang
ye mauka humare sabhi ke liye
bahane hai milne milane ke ye
bahane hai milne milane ke ye
khushi inki pyare sabhi ke liye, sabhi ke liye
holi aayi holi mastano ki toli
sabke labo pe pyar bhari boli

meri ja khub pahchana, meri ja khub pahchana
meri ja bhul na jana, meri ja bhul na jana
tumhra dil bahlane, tumhra dil bahlane
bane ham yar janane, bane ham yar janane
baje hijdo ka danka, chale hijdo ke sikke
mila de jo bhi panja chhuda de uske chhakke
mohalla randwan ko nyaro, mohalla randwan ko nyaro
are dekh parayi naar moh pathar te de maro
mohalla randwan ko nyaro
jamane me ranndwo ka koi nahi
jamane me ranndwo ka koi nahi
magar ye bechare sabhi ke liye
wo holi ka din ke ho id ka
wo holi ka din ke ho id ka
ye tyohar sare sabhi ke liye, sabhi ke liye
holi aayi holi mastano ki toli
sabke labo pe pyar bhari boli
holi aayi holi mastano ki toli
sabke labo pe pyar bhari boli
holi aayi re, holi aayi re, holi aayi re

Holi arrives, a band of revelers,
Love's language on every lip unfurls.
Holi arrives, a band of revelers,
Love's language on every lip unfurls.
Whether Holi's hues or Eid's embrace,
These festivals, for all the human race,
Are mere excuses, to meet and to mend,
Their joy, dear hearts, for all without end.

The pichkari holds love's vibrant hue,
Love knows no caste, it's ever true.
Immerse yourself in love's embrace,
There's no greater beauty, no higher grace.
For us, for you, these colors flow,
For all they paint, a vibrant show,
Are mere excuses, to meet and to mend,
Their joy, dear hearts, for all without end.

Let the fire consume the Holi pyre,
Without my love, Holi ignites no fire.
Let the fire consume the Holi pyre,
Without my love, Holi ignites no fire.
Let the fire consume the Holi pyre.

My own tears flow, in a life of gray,
No color's charm can light my way.
Let the fire consume the Holi pyre.

Oh, let me paint you, fair maiden's face,
Else we'll cause a riot, in this place.
Your pale cheeks we will adorn,
With vibrant hues, till the break of morn.
Beloved, unveil your veil with grace,
Don't worry, dear, of the colors’ trace,
Let us too, now, the colors share,
This moment's for all, beyond compare,
Are mere excuses, to meet and to mend,
Their joy, dear hearts, for all without end.
Holi arrives, a band of revelers,
Love's language on every lip unfurls.

My love, I know you well, I see,
My love, forget not, remember me.
To cheer your heart, to make it bloom,
We'll be your friends, dispelling gloom.
The eunuchs' drums begin to play,
Their coins they jingle, come what may.
Who joins their hand, to break the chain,
They'll cast their sixes, ease the pain.
The neighborhood of the widowed, a sight,
Look upon another's love, cast a stone with all your might.
The neighborhood of the widowed, no one knows their pain,
But these poor souls, for all remain.
Whether Holi's hues or Eid's embrace,
These festivals, for all the human race,
Holi arrives, a band of revelers,
Love's language on every lip unfurls.
Holi arrives, a band of revelers.