ore grihobasi - Holi Time

Home-bound friends open your doors – today is dol.

Over the plains, on the waterways, in the woods - feel the roll.

Open the door, open the door.

Flaming Ashoka and Palash in bunches over the lawn,

The inebriated crimson cloud of the morn,

The ripple across the new leaves by the dawn.

Open the door, open the door.

The whistling southern breeze throu’ the bamboo trees,

Fluttering butterflies sway over the prairies,

Begging blessings from flowers, the honeybees

By their wings play the violins,

The intoxicating is the fragrance of the Madhavis.

Open the door, open the door.

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Dol – Holi, the festival of colours

Palash

Ashok

Madhvi Creeper