phulo me jo khushbu hai, kaise woh aati hai
titali kaha se, yeh sare rang lati hai
hawa ko basuri banati hai, sangit kaise
koyal ne sikhe hai, yeh itne pyare git kaise
hai yeh ajube lekin ek aur ajuba hai
dharati se, ambar se, parvat se, sagar se
hamne suna pyar ajuba hai oh
pehli najar me hi jo do dilo me ho
har woh karar ajuba hai oh

phulo se jo khushbu aaye, ajuba hai
titali jo sare rang laye, ajuba hai
basuri kaa yeh sangit ajuba hai
koyal jo gati hai, git ajuba hai
yeh bhi hairan hai, aisa bhi ek ajuba hai
dali me mahek hoti hi nahi, kaliyo me mahek aa jati hai
yeh bhi ajuba hi hai, sagar se ghata jo uthati hai
mitha pani barsati hai, yeh bhi ajuba hi hai

jungle me jugnu ko, dekho toh yeh socho
yeh roshani iss me aayi kaise
tan me jo hai jan, woh kis tarah hai
mann me hai arman, toh kis tarah hai
keh bhi do yeh bhi toh, koyi ajuba hai
dharati se, ambar se, parvat se, sagar se
hamne suna pyar ajuba hai oh
pehali najar me hi jo do dilo me ho
har woh karar ajuba hai oh
phulo se jo khushbu aaye ajuba hai
titali jo sare rang laye ajuba hai
basuri kaa yeh sangit ajuba hai
koyal jo gati hai git ajuba hai
yeh bhi hairan hai, aisa bhi ek ajuba hai
ajuba ajuba ajuba, ajuba ajuba ajuba

kehne ko sath ajube hai, par shayad log yeh bhule hai
ek aur ajuba bhi hai, resham resham chandan chandan
teraa maheka maheka yeh badan, koyi ajuba bhi hai
aankhon ke nile darpan, honto kaa yeh bhigapan
yeh rup teraa, ajuba yeh toh hai
baaho ki garmi, yeh bhi ajuba hai
aankhon ki narmi, yeh bhi ajuba hai
yeh chaman sa badan koyi ajuba hai
dharati se, ambar se, parvat se, sagar se
humne suna pyar ajuba hai
pehali najar me hi jo do dilo me ho
har woh karar ajuba hai
phulo se jo khushbu aaye, ajuba hai
titale jo sare rang laye, ajuba hai
basuri kaa yeh sangit, ajuba hai
koyal jo gati hai git, ajuba hai
yeh bhi hairan hai jispe tum woh ajuba ho

The bloom, a fragrance born, a marvel untold,
How does the bloom's perfume, its story unfold?
The butterfly's wings, a palette so bright,
Where does it gather, this wondrous light?
The wind, a flute, its melody flows,
How does the music arise, as everyone knows?
The cuckoo's sweet song, a treasure to keep,
How does it learn, secrets so deep?
These wonders we see, yet another remains,
From earth, from the heavens, from mountains and plains,
From oceans we've heard, love's a mystical game,
In that first glance, when two hearts ignite the flame,
Every promise whispered, a wonder to claim.

The bloom's sweet scent, a marvel to find,
The butterfly's colours, a wonder designed,
The flute's gentle music, a marvel it seems,
The cuckoo's sweet singing, a wonder that gleams.
Even these wonders, there's one more to embrace,
The bud, fragrance arising, where none used to grace,
A marvel it is, when the ocean's dark mist,
Rises to pour down, sweet waters we've kissed.

In forests, the fireflies, a sight to behold,
How does the light come, stories of old?
The life in our bodies, how does it reside?
The dreams in our hearts, how deep do they hide?
Tell us this also, a marvel so true,
From earth, from the heavens, in all that we view,
From mountains and oceans, love's a mystical art,
In that first glance, when two souls share a heart,
Every promise whispered, a wonder apart.
The bloom's sweet scent, a marvel to find,
The butterfly's colours, a wonder designed,
The flute's gentle music, a marvel it seems,
The cuckoo's sweet singing, a wonder that gleams.
Even these wonders, there's one more, you see,
Marvel, marvel, marvel, a marvel to be.

Seven wonders are told, but perhaps they've forgot,
Another wonder exists, a treasure we've sought,
Like silk, like sandalwood, your body's embrace,
Your fragrant presence, a marvel of grace.
Your eyes, azure mirrors, your lips, softly wet,
This beauty of yours, a marvel we've met,
The warmth of your arms, a marvel to feel,
The softness of your hands, the love they reveal,
This garden of a body, a marvel it seems.
From earth, from the heavens, from mountains and plains,
From oceans we've heard, love's a mystical game,
In that first glance, when two hearts ignite the flame,
Every promise whispered, a wonder to claim.
The bloom's sweet scent, a marvel to find,
The butterfly's colours, a wonder designed,
The flute's gentle music, a marvel it seems,
The cuckoo's sweet singing, a wonder that gleams.
Even these wonders, there's one more to see.