Full of joy and festivity,
Colour and paint,
Holi hai,
Bura mat mano, Holi hai.
Holi comes
When Falgun does the rounds with
Swirling winds and dry leaves
Fluttering and falling
With the summer heat to take on passing winter.
And joyful spirits,
Do not take it bad,
It’s Holi,
Smear the powder
On the face,
Sprinkle coloured water
On me,
It’s Holi!
The wind too as such
Falgun month
Of the Hindu calendar
That the wind too
Playing Holi
It seems to be
As the dust keeps it
Swirling sometimes,
The transition
Winter to summer,
Bura mat mano,
It’s Holi,
The season of festive spirit!