si : phaagan ki rut aa_i re zaraa baaje baansari
baal mohan harajaa_i re nahi baaje baansari
phaagan ki rut

sone ki gaagar me rag banaayaa
rup ki pichakaari laa_i re zaraa baaje baansari
phaagan ki rut

joban pe joban hai shokhi pe shokhi
nainan me laali aa_i re zaraa baaje baansari
phaagan ki rut

a : meraa sandeshaa ko_i unase kahanaa
phir se teri yaad aa_i re zaraa baaje baansari

si : mere hu_e aaj mai jinaki ho li
holi ke din holi aa_i re zaraa baaje baansari
phaagan ki rut

A whisper of spring, the flute begins to call,
My fickle-hearted love, no music at all.
A whisper of spring…

Gold vessels brim with colors bright,
Beauty's water gun, a joyful sight, the flute does call.
A whisper of spring…

Youth on youth, a playful grace,
Crimson blooms within the eyes, the flute does call.
A whisper of spring…

A: Carry my words, a message to impart,
Again, your memory, it tears at my heart, the flute does call.

S: I am now his, the one I embraced,
The day of Holi, Holi's art, the flute does call.
A whisper of spring…