do sadiyo ke sangam par milne aaye hain
do sadiyo ke sangam par milne aaye hain
do sadiyo ke sangam par milne aaye hain

ek sadi ki sham jahan par
ek sadi ka wahi savera
samay na dale kahi bhi dera
ek samay lekin do sadiya do sadiya
ek samay lekin do sadiya do sadiya

do sadiyo ke bich uthi do sadiyo ke bich uthi
ehsas kee ek divar ehsas kee ek divar
is divar ke pichhe jake is divar ke pichhe jake
bhesh badalta ye samay bhesh badalta ye samay
kya karta hai shringar
do sadiyo ke sangam par milne aaye hain
do sadiyo ke sangam par milne aaye hain

ek sadi ki sham jahan par
ek sadi ka wahi savera
samay na dale kahi bhi dera
ek samay lekin do sadiya do sadiya
ek samay lekin do sadiya do sadiya

nile rang ke iss davan me
kitne sukun bhare lamhe hai
nile nile rang me ruh ke sare git ghule hain
surkhi jaise garam lahu hai chhalak sharab hai surkhi
surkhi taja jakhm jaise khilta gulab hai surkhi
jism me behtee sarkhi surkhi ruh ke sare nile nagme

do sadiyo ke sangam par milne aaye hain
do sadiyo ke sangam par milne aaye hain
ek sadi ki sham jahan par
ek sadi ka wahi savera
samay na dale kahi bhi dera
ek samay lekin do sadiya do sadiya
ek samay lekin do sadiya do sadiya

Where two ages converge, we meet,
Where two ages converge, we meet,
Where two ages converge, we meet.

One century’s dusk, where it descends,
Another’s dawn, that never ends.
Time, it takes no fleeting home,
Yet in one breath, two ages roam,
In one breath, two ages roam.

Between these ages, a wall ascends,
A wall of feeling, that never bends.
Behind this wall, time starts to sway,
Time, in disguise, begins to play,
And what adornments does it lay?
Where two ages converge, we meet,
Where two ages converge, we meet.

One century’s dusk, where it descends,
Another’s dawn, that never ends.
Time, it takes no fleeting home,
Yet in one breath, two ages roam,
In one breath, two ages roam.

In this blue medicine, so deep,
How many moments find their sleep?
In hues of blue, the soul’s songs blend,
Crimson, like warm blood, does extend,
Crimson, like wine, in depths descend,
Crimson, a fresh wound, a rose that blooms,
In the body flows, the soul's blue tunes.

Where two ages converge, we meet,
Where two ages converge, we meet,
One century’s dusk, where it descends,
Another’s dawn, that never ends.
Time, it takes no fleeting home,
Yet in one breath, two ages roam,
In one breath, two ages roam.