My soul, behold,
We keep the thought of union, soul, behold.
Your honor pains us, soul, behold.
We are your lovers, soul, behold.
Holi calls, with laughter, for a glance, behold.
O, bloom of colors, radiant with glee, behold.
We keep the thought of union.
To witness your beauty, at this very hour, my soul,
We come, with longing, at this very hour, my soul,
Hold no sorrow in your heart, at this very hour, my soul,
See the red powder on your face, at this very hour, my soul,
Holi itself implores, my soul, behold.
We keep the thought of union, soul, behold.
We keep the thought of union, soul, behold.
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