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Lyrics of Chahat Ke Rang Chadhne Lage - चाहत के रंग चढ़ने लगे
chahat ke rang chadhne lage
chahat ke rang chadhne lage
duniya ke rang utarne lage
ehsaas kya dil me jage
ye kaise sapne sanwarne lage
chahat ke rang chadhne lage
duniya ke rang utarne lage
kisi ki najar jane kya kah gayi
kisi ki najar jane kya kah gayi
ke main to khadi dekhti rah gayi
uthakar badan me ye tufan kaisa
uthakar badan me ye tufan kaisa
ke tinke ki vaanind ke main bah gayi
dil pe kahan kabu raha
dil pe kahan kabu raha
hum had se aage gujarne lage
chahat ke rang chadhne lage
duniya ke rang utarne lage
nigaho se masti chhalakne lagi
nigaho se masti chhalakne lagi
ye har saans meri dahkane lagi
ye chehre pe jhalka naya nur kaisa
ye chehre pe jhalka naya nur kaisa
ye hontho ki laali dahkane lagi
surat ye kya dil me basi
surat ye kya dil me basi
hum apni surat pe marne lage
ehsaas kya dil me jage
ye kaise sapne sanwarne lage
chahat ke rang chadhne lage
duniya ke rang utarne lag
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Chahat Ke Rang Chadhne Lage
Hues of longing begin to rise,
Hues of longing begin to rise,
From the world, its colors now subside.
What stirrings awaken in the heart?
How do these dreams begin to thrive?
Hues of longing begin to rise,
From the world, its colors now subside.
A gaze of another, what did it say?
A gaze of another, what did it say?
I stood there, watching, in a daze.
A storm within the body, what kind?
A storm within the body, what kind?
A speck of straw, I'm swept away.
Where did control of the heart go?
Where did control of the heart go?
We start to cross beyond the fray.
Hues of longing begin to rise,
From the world, its colors now subside.
From the eyes, a joyous flood,
From the eyes, a joyous flood,
Each breath of mine begins to thrum.
On the face, a new light appears,
On the face, a new light appears,
The crimson of the lips begins to burn.
What form has settled in the heart?
What form has settled in the heart?
We begin to die for our own face.
What stirrings awaken in the heart?
How do these dreams begin to thrive?
Hues of longing begin to rise,
From the world, its colors now subside.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
