Sakhi aai Nand ki khori
Holi in Nand’s lane
Lyrics
Tek
Sakhis have come to Nand’s lane to play Holi with colours. All wear bright clothes and ornaments; Sundar Shyam goes with the sakhis, taking saffron and fragrant colours.
Sakhi aai Nand ki khori
Khele rang hori
Golden pichkaris in hand, abir filling their bags — Shyam sprays colour on Shyama and glances with bewitching eyes.
Pad
Suddenly Chandravali runs and holds Hari’s arms; the ladies of Braj call him lord of Phalgun. Now it is my turn — I have caught you.
Naana baran chir sab pahire
Bhushan ang banori
Leave flute and crown — fill the maang with pearls. Bhagwan Das says clever Man Mohan has taken a woman’s form.
Shyaam sundar sab sakhi sang ki ho
Liye ke sar mragmaad ghori
Khele rang hori
Haathan kanak riye pichkaari
Abir ariyl bhir jhori
Chirkat rang Shyaam Shyaama par
Par maarat nainan rori
Khele rang hori
Auchat aay dhaay Chandravali
Hari bhujaan gahori
Phaagun Dev kahat Braj naari ho
Ab meri daav parori
Khele rang hori
Murali mukut chhor sab lei hen
Motiyan maang marori
Bhagvaan Das chatur Man Mohan
Maano naari roop dharori
Khele rang hori
Ullara
Nand Nandan khele Brij hori
Gwaal baal sang abir uraave
Sundar bhir ras jhori
Baajat aavat taal pakhaavaj
Git sabe ras bori
Meaning
Sakhis have come to Nand’s lane to play Holi with colours. All wear bright clothes and ornaments; Sundar Shyam goes with the sakhis, taking saffron and fragrant colours.
Golden pichkaris in hand, abir filling their bags — Shyam sprays colour on Shyama and glances with bewitching eyes.
Suddenly Chandravali runs and holds Hari’s arms; the ladies of Braj call him lord of Phalgun. Now it is my turn — I have caught you.
Leave flute and crown — fill the maang with pearls. Bhagwan Das says clever Man Mohan has taken a woman’s form.