ab kya sochein kya hona hai
jo hoga accha hoga
ab kya sochein kya hona hai
jo hoga accha hoga
pehle socha hota pagal
ab rone se kya hoga
ab kya sochein kya hona hai
jo hoga accha hoga

yaar se gham kah kar to khush ho
lekin tum ye kya jaano
yaar se gham kah kar to khush ho
lekin tum ye kya jaano
tum dil ka rona rote the
wo dil mein hansta hoga
ab kya sochein kya hona hai
jo hoga accha hoga

aaj kisi ne dil toda to
humko jaise dhyan aaya
aaj kisi ne dil toda to
humko jaise dhyan aaya
jiska dil hum ne toda tha
wo jaane kaisa hoga

ab kya sochein kya hona hai
jo hoga accha hoga

mere kuch pal mujhko de do
baaqi saare din logo
mere kuch pal mujhko de do
baaqi saare din logo
tum jaisa jaisa kehte ho
sub waisa waisa hoga
ab kya soche kya hona hai
jo hoga accha hoga
pehle socha hota pagal
ab rone se kya hoga

ab kya sochein kya hona hai
jo hoga accha hoga
ab kya sochein kya hona hai
jo hoga accha hoga

What is left to ponder, what's to be?
Whatever comes, will be a grace.
What is left to ponder, what's to be?
Whatever comes, will be a grace.
Should have thought before, you fool,
What good is weeping now?
What is left to ponder, what's to be?
Whatever comes, will be a grace.

To your friend, you pour your grief, and think you're glad,
But do you ever truly know?
To your friend, you pour your grief, and think you're glad,
But do you ever truly know?
You weep aloud your heart's despair,
While in his heart, he laughs, you see?
What is left to ponder, what's to be?
Whatever comes, will be a grace.

Today, a heart was broken, and
A knowing dawned on us at last,
Today, a heart was broken, and
A knowing dawned on us at last,
The heart we broke, long, long ago,
How might that heart now be?

What is left to ponder, what's to be?
Whatever comes, will be a grace.

Give me a moment, just for me,
The rest of days, for all the world.
Give me a moment, just for me,
The rest of days, for all the world.
As you command, so shall it be,
All things, as you decree.
What is left to ponder, what's to be?
Whatever comes, will be a grace.
Should have thought before, you fool,
What good is weeping now?

What is left to ponder, what's to be?
Whatever comes, will be a grace.
What is left to ponder, what's to be?
Whatever comes, will be a grace.