Taki maarat Mohan pichkaari
Classic Holi / pichkari
Lyrics
Tek
Taki maarat Mohan pichkaari
Mohan sprays colour with a pichkari
Bhije tan saari
Drenching me and my sari
Pad
Abir gulaal kumkum kesar
Abir, gulal, kumkum and kesar
Bhare kanak pichkaari
Fill a golden pichkari
Maarat karat dou chhatiyan par
He throws colour on my chest —
Lakhi cho! na jaat samhaari
I cannot bear it
Bhije tan saari
Drenching me and my sari
Tab sakhi aagar saagar mati ko
Then I used my wits and called Lalita and my friends
Lalita aadi pukaari
Radha came with her sakhis
Aagai Radhe sakhiyan linhe
Beautifully adorned with ornaments
Khoob bhushan saaji sanwaari
Drenching me and my sari
Bhije tan saari
Necklaces and nose-rings decked them
Bhar bhar ke kanth tilari
On her fair body a beautiful blouse —
Aur besar adhik sudhaari
Murari is fascinated by that beauty
Gore badan par agiya raajat
Drenching me and my sari
Tan dekhi ke mohe Muraari
Bhije tan saari
Shyam and his sakhi seem like Kamdev and Rati
Come, enjoy Shyam’s glory
Shyaam sakha dao dekh parathain
Where Banwari plays Phag
Madan surati anuhaari
Drenching me and my sari
Aa ori lakhi Shyaam lalit chhabi
Jahaan phaag rache Banwaari
Bhije tan saari
Meaning
Tek
Mohan sprays colour with a pichkari Drenching me and my sari
Pad
Abir, gulal, kumkum and kesar Fill a golden pichkari He throws colour on my chest — I cannot bear it Drenching me and my sari
Then I used my wits and called Lalita and my friends Radha came with her sakhis Beautifully adorned with ornaments Drenching me and my sari
Necklaces and nose-rings decked them On her fair body a beautiful blouse — Murari is fascinated by that beauty Drenching me and my sari
Shyam and his sakhi seem like Kamdev and Rati Come, enjoy Shyam’s glory Where Banwari plays Phag Drenching me and my sari