re holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se

re holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
re mhari ae mangetar chudla wali
mhari ae mangetar chudla wali
ghadiya walo re nawab, kahiyo re mangetar se
ghadiya walo re nawab, kahiyo re mangetar se

re holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
mhari ae mangetar nathali wali, mhari ae mangetar
mhari ae mangetar nathali wali
re muchha walo re nawab, kahiyo re mangetar se
muchha walo re nawab, kahiyo re mangetar se

re holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
re mhari ae mangetar chudla wali
mhari ae mangetar chudla wali
ghotya walo re nawab, kahiyo re mangetar se
ghotya walo re nawab, kahiyo re mangetar se

holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
mhari ae mangetar nakhra wali, mhari ae mangetar
mhari ae mangetar nakhra wali
picche bhage rai nawab, kahiyo re mangetar se
picche bhage rai nawab, kahiyo re mangetar se

re holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se
holiya mein ude re gulal
kahiye re mangetar se

Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.

Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
My beloved, she of the bangles bright,
My beloved, bathed in purest light,
The watch-bearing Nawab, tell him there,
The watch-bearing Nawab, tell him there.

Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
My beloved, she of the nose ring's gleam,
My beloved, a waking dream,
The mustached Nawab, tell him there,
The mustached Nawab, tell him there.

Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
My beloved, with anklets that softly chime,
My beloved, transcending space and time,
The dhoti-clad Nawab, tell him there,
The dhoti-clad Nawab, tell him there.

Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
My beloved, with a playful heart,
My beloved, a work of art,
The chasing Nawab, tell him there,
The chasing Nawab, tell him there.

Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.
Crimson dust dances in the Holi air,
Tell my beloved, tell him there.