rang rup ka ye bazar hai
khariddar hai kaun mera na jane
rang rup ka ye bazar hai
khariddar hai kaun mera na jane
har koi mera diwana do teer hai ek nishana
rang rup ka ye bazar hai
khariddar hai kaun mera na jane
rang rup ka

chehre pe mere sabki aankhe jhuki hai
chehre pe mere sabki aankhe jhuki hai
hotho pe sabke kitni bate ruki hai
mai khubsurat hasina muskil hua mera jina
rang rup ka ye bazar hai
khariddar hai kaun mera na jane
rang rup ka

dil ke saudagar dil ka sauda karenge
dil ke saudagar dil ka sauda karenge
ulfat me thandi thandi aahe bharenge
meri adaye bikengi meri wafaye bikengi
rang rup ka ye bazar hai
khariddar hai kaun mera na jane
rang rup ka

har ek hasina dekho kitni hasi hai
har ek hasina dekho kitni hasi hai
fir bhi hamari koi kimat nahi hai
ye husn nilam hoga kya jane anzam hoga
rang rup ka ye bazar hai
khariddar hai kaun mera na jane
har koi mera diwana do teer hai ek nishana
rang rup ka ye bazar hai
khariddar hai kaun mera na jane
rang rup ka

A market of hues, a painted stage,
Who is the buyer of my heart, I don't know.
A market of hues, a painted stage,
Who is the buyer of my heart, I don't know.
Each one a captive, two arrows, one aim.
A market of hues, a painted stage,
Who is the buyer of my heart, I don't know.
A market of hues.

All eyes cast down upon my face,
All eyes cast down upon my face,
So many words held back on every lip's embrace.
I am a beauty, hardship's touch,
A market of hues, a painted stage,
Who is the buyer of my heart, I don't know.
A market of hues.

The heart's merchants, a bargain they will try,
The heart's merchants, a bargain they will try,
In love, cold sighs they will supply.
My charms will sell, my faith will be sold as well,
A market of hues, a painted stage,
Who is the buyer of my heart, I don't know.
A market of hues.

Each beauty blooms, a laughter's grace,
Each beauty blooms, a laughter's grace,
Yet no value is found in this place.
This beauty auctions, what fate, who knows?
A market of hues, a painted stage,
Who is the buyer of my heart, I don't know.
Each one a captive, two arrows, one aim.
A market of hues, a painted stage,
Who is the buyer of my heart, I don't know.
A market of hues.