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Lyrics of Aayee Aayee Holi - आई आई होली
aai aai re holi aai aai
aai aai re holi aai aai
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
hum to masti me khelenge holi hum to masti me khelenge holi
jaise radha ne kheli kishan se
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
hum to masti me khelenge holi hum to masti me khelenge holi
jaise radha ne kheli kishan se
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
ja ja re bairi paas na aa gore badan ko rang na laga
kah dungi jake apne sajan se jane na paye dekho gujariya
rang do iski choli chunariya kya jake kahegi apne sajan se
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
lali chunar hai sajna ko pyari bhig na jaye chunari hamari
maine sambhala kitne jatan se tu ye na samjhi pagli diwani
jwalamukhi si teri jawani jal jaye chunari uski agan se
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
aai aai re holi aai rang barse re nile gagan se
hum to masti me khelenge holi hum to masti me khelenge holi
jaise radha ne kheli kishan se aai aai re holi aai aai
aai aai re holi aai aai aai aai re holi aai aai
aai aai re holi aai aai
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Aayee Aayee Holi
The festival arrives, it arrives, it does.
The festival arrives, the colors descend, from skies of blue.
We shall frolic in joyous revelry, we shall.
As Radha played, with her Krishna true.
The festival arrives, the colors descend, from skies of blue.
Go, enemy, stay away, do not touch my fair skin.
I shall tell my beloved, do not let the village girl pass.
Color her blouse, her shawl, what will she say to her own love?
The festival arrives, the colors descend, from skies of blue.
Red shawls are cherished by my love, may they not get wet.
I have protected it with such care, you foolish one, you do not understand.
Your youth, a volcano, may her shawl burn in its fire.
The festival arrives, the colors descend, from skies of blue.
We shall frolic in joyous revelry, we shall.
As Radha played, with her Krishna true.
The festival arrives, it arrives, it does.
The festival arrives, it arrives, it does.
The festival arrives, it arrives, it does.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
