na hai yeh pana na khona hi hai
tera na hona jane kyun hona hi hai
tum se hi din hota hai surmaiye shaam aati
tumse hi, tumse hi
har ghadi saans aati hai zindagi kehlati hai
tumse hi, tumse hi
na hai yeh pana na khona hi hai
tera na hona jane kyun hona hi hai

aankho me ankhe teri, baaho me baahe teri
mera na mujhme kuch raha hua kya
baato me baate teri raate saugate teri
kyun tera sab yeh ho gaya hua kya
main kahi bhi jata hu tumse hi mil jata hu
tumse hi, tumse hi

aadha sa wada kabhi, aadhe se jayada kabhi
jee chaahe kar lu is tarah wafa ka
chhod e na chhoote kabhi, tode na tute kabhi
jo dhaga tumse jud gaya wafa ka
main tera sarmaya hu jo bhi main ban paya hu
tumse hi, tumse hi
na hai yeh paana na khona hi hai
tera na hona jaane kyun hona hi hai

It is not about finding, nor about losing,
Yet your absence, why must it be present, weaving?
From you, the day dawns in hues of rose, then evening falls,
From you, from you,
Each breath inhaled, a life, a call,
From you, from you.
It is not about finding, nor about losing,
Yet your absence, why must it be present, infusing?

In eyes, your eyes, in arms, your arms entwined,
No part of me remains, what has become?
In arms, your arms, the nights, your gifts designed,
Why has all of you become my sum?
Wherever I wander, in you, I'm bound,
From you, from you.

A promise half-kept, or more than half, embraced,
My soul desires to seal this loyalty.
Never to be broken, never to be erased,
This thread of faith, forever with me.
I am your wealth, in all I have been graced,
From you, from you.
It is not about finding, nor about losing,
Yet your absence, why must it be present, choosing?