nila pila hara gulabi Kachcha paka rang
rang dala mera ang ang ram duhayi ram duhayi chhod kalayi
oye mama o mere mama kya baju mera todega
o sarara aage pichhe aage pichhe upar niche
koi kitna dodega bahadur nahi chhod ega
o bahadur nahi chhod ega bahudar nahi chhod ega
bahudar nahi chhod ega
nila pila hara gulabi Kachcha pakka rang
rang dala re mera ang ang

ab tak yaad hai bhooli naahi pichle baras ki holi
yaad hai bhooli naahi pichle baras ki holi
dhote dhote dhobi thak gaye saaf huyi na choli
ab tak yaad hai bhooli naahi pichhle baras ki holi
ab ke dekhe o meri raani karti hai kya bhed jawaani
jeewan ka hai kaun bharosa jeewan ka hai kaun bharosa
raam kare to holi aaye ab saathi ho sang
rang dala mera ang ang
neela peela hara gulaabi Kachcha pakka rang
rang dala re mera ang ang

rang wale se rang karwao arey rang wale se rang karwao
to wo mange paise muft me humne rang dale mukhde kaise kaise
darpan dekho to diwani arey surat jaye na pehchani
tu koi badmash hai pakka mara mujhko zor se dhakka
mai gir padi zami pe jaise o ho mai gir padi zami pe jaise
kat ke gire patang rang dala mera ang ang
ram duhayi chhod kalayi bedardi kya baju mera todega
o sarara aage pichhe aage pichhe upar niche
koi kitna dhodega bahudar nahi chhod ega
o bahudar nahi chhod ega bahudar nahi chhod ega
bahudar nahi chhod ega, bahudar nahi chhod ega
mama bachao mama

Azure, gold, emerald, rose, raw and ripe hues,
Stained my every limb, a cry to Ram, release my wrist!
Oh, uncle, my uncle, will you break my arm?
Oh, the swirling dance, front and back, up and down,
How far will one run? The brave will not yield.
The brave will not yield, the brave will not yield,
The brave will not yield.
Azure, gold, emerald, rose, raw and ripe hues,
Dyed my every limb.

Still I remember, I haven't forgotten, last year's Holi,
I haven't forgotten last year's Holi.
Washing, the washerman wearied, yet my blouse remained stained.
Still I remember, I haven't forgotten, last year's Holi.
Now, watch, oh my queen, what secrets youth unveils.
Who knows life's fleeting grasp, who knows life's fleeting grasp?
May Ram grant us Holi, all companions together.
Dyed my every limb.
Azure, gold, emerald, rose, raw and ripe hues,
Dyed my every limb.

Let the color-giver color you, oh, let the color-giver color you,
He demands payment, yet we colored faces for free.
Look in the mirror, a madwoman, the face unrecognizable.
You, a rogue through and through, you shoved me with force!
I fell to the earth, like oh, I fell to the earth, like
A severed kite. Dyed my every limb.
A cry to Ram, release my wrist! Ruthless one, will you break my arm?
Oh, the swirling dance, front and back, up and down,
How far will one run? The brave will not yield.
The brave will not yield, the brave will not yield,
The brave will not yield, the brave will not yield.
Uncle, save me, uncle!