Holi, oh beloved of Braj,
Holi, oh King of Braj,
Holi in Braj, oh, oh King of Braj!
Why hide now, Mother, why retreat?
Your feet, oh, they enchant my heart.
Why hide now, Mother, why retreat?
Your feet, oh, they enchant my heart.
Tell me, emerge, to play Holi,
Tell me, emerge, to play Holi,
From your mouth, speak, let the colours clash, today we are together.
Oh, King of Braj,
Holi, oh beloved of Braj!
For many days, I've pleaded, Mohan,
Calling for the colours, the Phag, the Phag.
For many days, I've pleaded, Mohan,
Calling for the colours, the Phag, the Phag.
Now you'll see the song of Phag,
Now you'll see the song of Phag,
Now you'll see the song of Phag,
The water pistols are aimed, set to fly,
My love, you're set apart.
Oh, King of Braj,
Holi, oh Braj, oh King of Braj!
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