mohe rang do laal
nand ke laal laal
chheDo nahi bas rang do laal
mohe rang do laal
color me red, O son of Nand, (Krishna) don’t tease me, just color me red, color me red..
dekhoon dekhoon tujhko main ho ke nihaal
dekhoon dekhoon tujhko main ho ke nihaal
chhoo lo kora mora kaanch sa tan nain bhar kya rahe nihaar
I see you, enraptured, touch my glass-like, untouched body, why do you just keep looking at it..
mohe rang do laal nand ke laal laal chhe
Do naahi bas rang do laal mohe rang do laal..
maroDi kalaai mori haan kalaai mori haan kalaai maroDi.. kalaai mori
chooDi chaTkai, itraayi to chori se garwa lagaai
hari ye chunariya jo jhaTke se chheeni..
he twisted my wrist, turned it, twisted and turned my wrist.. bangles were broken, and when I lugged, he hugged this green scarf (of mine) and snatched it with a jerk.. main to rangi hari hari ke rang laaj se gulaabi gaal I was colored green in the color of Krishna, with my cheeks turned pink with shyness..
mohe rang do laal nand ke laal laal chheDo naahi bas rang do laal mohe rang do laal.
