mujhse milne ke wo karta tha bahane kitne
mujhse milne ke wo karta tha bahane kitne
ab guzarega mere sath zamane kitne
mujhse milne ke wo karta tha bahane kitne

mai gira tha to bahut log ruke the lekin
mai gira tha to bahut log ruke the lekin
sochta hu mujhe aaye the uthane kitne
ab guzarega mere sath zamane kitne

jis tarah maine tujhe apna bana rakha hai
jis tarah maine tujhe apna bana rakha hai
sochte honge yahi baat na jaane kitne
ab guzarega mere sath zamane kitne

tum naya zakhm lagao tumhe isse kya hai
tum naya zakhm lagao tumhe isse kya hai
bharne waale hai abhi zakhm purane kitne
ab guzarega mere sath zamane kitne
mujhse milne ke wo karta tha bahane kitne

He spun a web of reasons to find me,
To meet, to touch, a symphony of plea.
Now, how many ages will he spend with me?
He spun a web of reasons to find me.

I stumbled low, a crowd paused in their tracks,
But how many hands reached to raise me back?
Now, how many ages will he spend with me?
I stumbled low, a crowd paused in their tracks.

The way I've held you, made you wholly mine,
The thought consumes, a question serpentine:
How many others share this lover's design?
Now, how many ages will he spend with me?

You bring new wounds, indifferent to the pain,
While old scars linger, whispering in the rain.
Now, how many ages will he spend with me?
He spun a web of reasons to find me.