Burra mat mano, Holi Hai,
My friend,
Let me smear your face
With coloured; powder,
Sprinkle coloured water over you,
O passer-by, stranger,
My strange friend of this strange meeting
Meeting by chance, luckily,
It was your good luck, it is my good luck
That I smearing your face in this way
With coloured powder,
Sprinkling coloured water over you!
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