humare siva tumhare aur kitne divane hai
humare siva tumhare aur kitne divane hai
ha tumhare aur kitne thikane hai
kasam se kisi ko nahi mai janati acha
aur kisi ko nahi pahchati chhodo chhodo ye to bahae hai
humare siva tumhare aur kitne divane hai
tumhare aur kitne thikane hai

khubsurti aur vafa dekhi na dono ek jagah
ha dekhi na dono ek jagah hote hai mard bade shaqi
bat hai ye bilkul pakki bholi si aati ho nazar
ho chachal chalak magar aurat ka dil jane nahi
aap hume pahachae nahi chhodo chhodo hum bhi sayane hai
humare siva tumhare aur kitne divane hai
tumhare aur kitne thikane hai

tum ho paresha kis gam se razedil kah do humse
ha razedil kah do hum se apni kaho chhodo meri
karte ho kyo hera pheri yaro pe tohmat lagate nahi
sab ko nisha banate nahi khud harajai banwre ho tum
ek jagah kab thahre ho tum chhodo chhodo hum to parwane hai
humare siva tumhare aur kitne divane hai
kasam se kisi ko nahi mai janati acha
aur kisi ko nahi pahchati chhodo chhodo ye to bahae hai
humare siva tumhare aur kitne divane hai

How many lovers beside me, do you hold?
How many resting places for your soul?
By God, I know none other, it's true,
And recognize no face but you.
Leave off, these are but shadows of lies.
How many lovers beside me, do you prize?
How many havens for your heart's desire?

Beauty and faith, rarely entwined,
Rarely found in the same design.
Men, they say, are born of doubt,
A truth that rings, inside and out.
You appear so innocent, a vision of grace,
Yet cunning and quick, in this treacherous space.
A woman's heart, you'll never truly know,
You fail to see me, but wise I will grow.
Leave off, leave off, for I am now enlightened.
How many lovers beside me, are you brightened?
How many havens for your heart's delight?

What sorrow weighs upon your breast?
Tell me, my confidant, reveal your quest.
Speak of your pain, let mine now cease,
Why do you wander, seeking no release?
You accuse your friends, with accusations rife,
You aim at all, and wound their life.
Yet you, a restless bee, with no place to stay,
Where do you alight, at the close of day?
Leave off, leave off, I am the moth who flies.
How many lovers beside me, in your eyes?
By God, I know none other, it's true,
And recognize no face but you.
Leave off, these are but shadows of lies.
How many lovers beside me, do you prize?