Lyrics
(Refrain) ṛtu-pati biharati nāgara-śyāma rādhā rańgiṇī sańginī bāma (1) cuyā candana parimala kuńkuma phāgu-rańge saba ańga bhari madana-mohana heri mātala manasija yubatī-yuta śata gā-ota horī (2) kehu dhara ambara kehu hāra hara kehu tanu paśiyā rahalahi bhori kehu le-i mudarī kehu le-i mūralī dūrahiḿ dūre kehu gā-ota horī (3) ḍampha rabāba upāńga pakhoyāja karatāla tāla su-meli kari gobinda-dāsa pahuḿ naṭa-bara śekhara nācata gā-ota tāla dhari
Translation
(Refrain) With beautiful playful Radha at His left, the dark hero Krishna enjoys pastimes in the springtime, the king of seasons. (1) Every limb is now covered with showers of sandal-water, red powder, and fragrant kunkuma. Gazing at Krishna, who is more enchanting than Kamadeva, hundreds of teenage gopis are overcome with amorous desires. They sing graceful songs in the festival of Holi. (2) Some bring cloth. Some bring necklaces. Their bodies are filled with bliss. Some bring finger-rings. Some bring flutes. From far away some come, singing the glories of Holi. (3) Gathering together, they play damphas, sarods, pakhawajas, and karatalas. As they play graceful rhythms, Govinda dasa's master, who is the crown of dancers, dances.