ye pyar kya hai
ye ek dhanak hai
sato rango ki isme jhalak hai
pahla rang hai suno kaisa
samne aaye koi aisa
dil kahe khawabo me isko hi to dekha tha
dil kahe khawabo me isko hi to dekha tha

dusra rang pyar ka pahle se gehra zara
badhti jitni kasish hai hoti utni khalish hain
kuch din rahta hai ye hi silsila
aage armano ka rang hai tisra
aage armano ka rang hai tisra

chutha rang ikarar ka
panchva intjar ka
aur wo rang jo chhatha hai
sapno ki wo ghata hai
har pal rahta hai dil khoya hua
satva rang kar deta hai
diwana diwana
satva rang kar deta hai
diwana
ho ye pyar kya hai
ye ek dhanak hai
saato rango ki isme jhalak hai

What is love, but a rainbow's embrace,
A spectrum born of light and grace?
Seven hues, a whispered art,
Each a fragment of the heart.

The first, a blush of sweet surprise,
A sudden vision in your eyes.
The heart proclaims, "Within my dreams,"
A whispered echo, it softly teems.
"Within my dreams," it softly teems.

The second deepens, love's embrace,
A richer shade, time cannot erase.
As passion swells, a subtle sting,
A bittersweet, ephemeral thing.
A rhythm played, a transient rhyme,
Then the third, desires take time.

The fourth, a promise softly spoken,
The fifth, in patience, gently woken.
The sixth, a tapestry of dreams,
A hidden river softly streams.
The heart adrift, in silent sway,
The seventh hue steals the soul away,
Making lovers, mad and free,
Making lovers, wild to be,
Oh, what is love, but a rainbow's embrace,
A spectrum born of time and space.