Jogi Ji Wah Jogi Ji Poem by Chhote Lal Khatri

Jogi ji wah Jogi ji
Someone is looking for emerald,
Someone is looking for diamond, I'm looking for my Joginia (beloved)
Jogi ji wah1 Jogi ji.....2
Here comes the breeze of Phagun
Drunk in the drink of Holi
Drenched in the colours of flowers
Leaves, bees, birds and beasts
All are inebriated-reinless horse.
Dance Jogi ji dance, Holi ka hai trance.2
Jogi ra sa ra ra ra.....2
Jogi ji wah jogi ji
Take away your laws, Jogi ji
And let me to go to my in-laws, Jogi ji.
That is my Braj; Gopian bear me grudge
Their dresses are dry; their cheeks shy
Their eyes sit restless on the door
They have gone crazy about Krishna.
Let me fly Jogi ji, let me fly.
Jogira sa ra ra......2
Jogi ji wah Jogi ji
Gopian must be coloured
Red, pink, purple: all around.
Colours must be dripping from their drenched dresses
As honey is dripping from Radha's eyes.
Let me drink the nectar
Dripping from her locks
Let us play Holi jogi ji,
HoliFull blooded Holi; hot headed Holi.
Jogira sa ra ra.......2
Jogi ji wah Jogi ji
There is Rasaleela in the Braj,
Songs, dance, colour, gulal in the air:
Life full to its brim.
Romance at its crescendo.
They've smeared me from top to toe;
You can't recognize the serious bard
It's my turn.I'll colour her every part with such deep colours
That no washer woman can wash it off.
Jogi ra sa ra ra....2
Jogiji wah Jogi ji
The sun is getting drunk
As the old are going berserkHoli is sparing none-
Children are having fun and fun
Devising new pranks of colour,
Night is soaked with the wine of moon.
You too are drunk Jogi ji
Have your fun; let me have mine.
Jogi ra sa ra ra ra.......2
1. Wah: Bravo2. Holi ka hai trance: It's the trance of Holi