mat maro shyam pichkari
mat maro shyam pichkari
mori bhigi chunariya sari re
mat maro shyam pichkari
mori bhigi chunariya sari re
mat maro shyam pichkari

najuk tan mora rang na dalo shyama
ang nag mora phadke
rang jo pade more gore badan par
rup ki jawala bhadke
kit jau mai laz ki mari re
mat maro shyam pichkari
mori bhigi chunariya sari re
mat maro shyam pichkari

ka karu kanhaa, rup hai bairi mera
rang pade khil jaaye
dekhe jag mohe tirchhi nazariya se
mora jiya ghabraye
kit jau mai laz ki mari re
mat maro shyam pichkari
mori bhigi chunariya sari re
mat maro shyam pichkari
mat maro shyam pichkari

pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
khel na dil ki holi teri bali hai umariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
khel na dil ki holi teri bali hai umariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya

nila ho na lal kesari na pila na kala ho
aise ho wo rang prit ka jisme jaadu dala ho
nila ho na lal kesari na pila na kala ho
aise ho wo rang prit ka jisme jaadu dala ho
aaj khelne prit ki holi aayi re bawariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
khel na dil ki holi teri bali hai umariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya

rang ho dil ke armano ka naino ki pichkari
dekh chunariya mere saiya hari duniya sari
rang ho dil ke armano ka naino ki pichkari
dekh chunariya mere saiya hari duniya sari
holi ke din bat ye meri man le sawariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
khel na dil ki holi teri bali hai umariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya

pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
khel na dil ki holi teri bali hai umariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
khel na dil ki holi teri bali hai umariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya
pyar ke rang me saiya mori rang de chunariya

Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors,
Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors,
My sari, soaked through, drenched,
Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors,
My sari, soaked through, drenched,
Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors.

My tender body, do not stain, Shyam,
Each limb of mine trembles,
If color falls upon my fair skin,
The fire of beauty will ignite,
Where can I go, consumed by shame?
Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors,
My sari, soaked through, drenched,
Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors.

What can I do, Kanha, my beauty is my foe,
If color falls, it blooms,
The world gazes, with sidelong glances,
My heart is filled with dread,
Where can I go, consumed by shame?
Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors,
My sari, soaked through, drenched,
Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors,
Do not stain me, Shyam, with your colors.

Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Don't play with the heart's Holi, my youth is blossoming,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Don't play with the heart's Holi, my youth is blossoming,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love.

Not blue, nor red, saffron, nor yellow, nor black,
Let it be the color of love, in which magic is cast,
Not blue, nor red, saffron, nor yellow, nor black,
Let it be the color of love, in which magic is cast,
Today, I come to play Holi of love, a madwoman I,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Don't play with the heart's Holi, my youth is blossoming,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love.

Let the colors be of the heart's desires, the eyes' pichkari,
Seeing my sari, O Beloved, the whole world is defeated,
Let the colors be of the heart's desires, the eyes' pichkari,
Seeing my sari, O Beloved, the whole world is defeated,
On this day of Holi, heed my words, O Savariya,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Don't play with the heart's Holi, my youth is blossoming,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love.

Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Don't play with the heart's Holi, my youth is blossoming,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Don't play with the heart's Holi, my youth is blossoming,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love,
Color my sari, O Beloved, with the hues of love.