phulo me jo khushbu hai kaise woh aati hai ajuba
titli kahan se ye sare rang lati hai ajuba
hawa ko basuri banati hai sangit kaise ajuba
koyal ne sekhe hai itne pyare geet ajuba
hai ye ajube lekin ek aur ajuba hai
dharti se amber se parvat se sagar se
humne suna pyar ajuba hai
pehli nazar me hi jo dilo me ho
har wah karar ajuba hai
phulo se jo khushbu aaye ajuba
titli se sare rang lati hai ajuba
basuri ka yah sangit ajuba hai
koyal jo gate hai geet ajuba hai

dali me mehak hoti hi nahi
kaliyon me mehak aa jati hai
yah bhi ajuba hi hai
sagar se ghata jo uthti hai
mitha pani barsti hai
yah bhi ajuba hi hai
gangal me jugnuo ko dekho to yah socho
yah roshni is me aayi kaise
tan me jo hai jaan wah kis tarah hai
man me arman wah kis tarah hai
keh bhi do yah bhi to koi ajuba hai
dharti se amber se parvat se sagar se
humne suna pyar ajuba hai
pehli nazar me hi jo dilo me hai
har woh karar ajuba hai
phulo se jo khushbu aaye ajuba
titli se sare rang lati hai ajuba
basuri ka yah sangit ajuba hai
koyal jo gate hai geet ajuba hai
yah bhi heran hai geet ajuba hai
ajuba ajuba ajuba ajuba

kehne ko saat ajube hai
par shayad log yah bhule hai
ek or ajuba bhi hai
reshm reshm chandan chandan
tera mehka mehka yah badan
koi ajuba hi hai
aankho ke neel darpan
hontho ka yah bhigapan
yah rup tera ajuba hi to hai
bahon ki garmi yah bhi ajuba hain
hatho ki nami yah bhi ajuba hai
yah chaman sa badan koi ajuba hai
dharti se amber se parvat se sagar se
humne suna pyar ajuba hai
pehli nazar me hi jo dilo me hai
har woh karar ajuba hai
phulo se jo khushbu aaye ajuba
titli se sare rang lati hai ajuba
basuri ka yah sangit ajuba hai
koyal jo gate hai geet ajuba hai
yah bhi heran hai jis pe tum woh ajuba ho

The fragrance of the bloom, a marvel untold,
How it breathes, a story to unfold.
The butterfly's wings, a palette so bright,
Where do they gather such colors of light?
The wind, a flute, composing its tune,
A symphony born 'neath the sun and the moon.
The nightingale's song, a sweet, tender art,
Where did she learn to play upon the heart?

These wonders abound, but one shines so clear,
From earth to the heavens, we whisper it near,
From mountain to ocean, a truth we embrace,
Love is the wonder, the soul's sacred space.
That first, fleeting glance, where hearts intertwine,
Every promise of love, a wonder divine.
The bloom's sweet perfume, a marvel we find,
The butterfly's colors, a treasure of mind,
The flute's gentle music, a wonder so deep,
The nightingale's song, secrets to keep.

The branch holds no scent, a mystery untold,
Yet the bud, in its bloom, a story to hold.
This, too, is a marvel, a truth we embrace,
The ocean's dark vapor, rising in space,
Then pours forth as rain, sweet, soft, and so pure,
A wonder of nature, forever to endure.
In the forest at night, the fireflies gleam,
Where does their light flow, within a dream?
The life in our bodies, how does it reside?
The dreams of the heart, where do they abide?
Tell me, is this not a marvel we see?
From earth to the heavens, for all eternity,
Love is the wonder, the soul's sacred space.
That first, fleeting glance, where hearts intertwine,
Every promise of love, a wonder divine.
The bloom's sweet perfume, a marvel we find,
The butterfly's colors, a treasure of mind,
The flute's gentle music, a wonder so deep,
The nightingale's song, secrets to keep.
This world is amazed, a song of such art,
A marvel, a wonder, etched in the heart.
Marvel, marvel, marvel, marvel.

Seven wonders are known, so they say,
But perhaps, we forget, along the way,
That one more wonder, remains yet to be sung:
Your body, like silk, perfumed, ever young,
A wonder of beauty, a sight to behold,
Your eyes, azure mirrors, stories untold,
Your lips, softly glistening, a delicate grace,
Your form is a wonder, in time and in space.
The warmth of your embrace, a marvel we feel,
The softness of your touch, forever so real,
This garden of beauty, a wonder to see.
From earth to the heavens, we whisper it near,
From mountain to ocean, a truth we embrace,
Love is the wonder, the soul's sacred space.
That first, fleeting glance, where hearts intertwine,
Every promise of love, a wonder divine.
The bloom's sweet perfume, a marvel we find,
The butterfly's colors, a treasure of mind,
The flute's gentle music, a wonder so deep,
The nightingale's song, secrets to keep.
This world is amazed, it is you, the great wonder.