maana ye aaj hamne, aisi hi jindagi hai
maana ye aaj hamne, aisi hi jindagi hai
thodi si aasihqi hai
thodi si aasihqi hai thodi si ye bandgi hai
maana ye aaj hamne, aisi hi jindagi hai

maine to ab tak ye sikha
ishq ke aage hai sab fika
maine to ab tak ye sikha
ishq ke aage hai sab fika
man pe chadhe to utre na ye
ishq ka rang bada tikha
maana yeh aaj hamne, rango ki taajgi bhi
thodi si aasihqi hai
thodi si aasihqi hai thodi si ye bandgi hai
maana ye aaj hamne, aisi hi jindagi hai

ab hum samajhe ki hasrat hai kya
dil ki yu dil se ye chaahat hai kya
ab hum samajhe ki hasrat hai kya
dil ki yu dil se ye chaahat hai kya
aankho se jo bole jaaye, un labzo ki kimat kya
maana ye aaj hamne, labzo ki saadgi bhi
thodi si aasihqi hai
thodi si aasihqi hai thodi si ye bandgi hai
maana ye aaj hamne, aisi hi jindagi hai

ye ishq hai dhoop aur hai hawa
marj bhi hai ye, yahi hai dawa
ye ishq hai dhoop aur hai hawa
marj bhi hai ye, yahi hai dawa
ishq agar jaahir na ho to
yahi maja hai yahi saja hai
maana ye jindagi bhi jaise ki shaayari hai
thodi si aasihqi hai
thodi si aasihqi hai thodi si ye bandgi hai
maana ye aaj hamne, aisi hi jindagi hai
thodi si aasihqi hai
thodi si aasihqi hai thodi si ye bandgi hai

We concede this life, it is what it is,
A touch of love's sweet kiss.
A touch of devotion's bliss.
We concede this life, it is what it is.

Till now, I've only come to know,
Love makes all else pale and low.
Till now, I've only come to know,
Love makes all else pale and low.
Once on the soul, it will not go,
Love's hue, a sharp and fiery glow.
We concede today, the hues so bright.
A touch of love's sweet kiss.
A touch of devotion's bliss.
We concede this life, it is what it is.

Now we understand, what longing's face,
What the heart desires, in its embrace.
Now we understand, what longing's face,
What the heart desires, in its embrace.
What value in words, the eyes convey,
The silent language they play?
We concede today, simplicity's art.
A touch of love's sweet kiss.
A touch of devotion's bliss.
We concede this life, it is what it is.

This love, is sun, is breath of air,
A malady, and its repair.
This love, is sun, is breath of air,
A malady, and its repair.
If love remains concealed, untold,
The joy, the pain, the story's told.
We concede this life, a poem's grace.
A touch of love's sweet kiss.
A touch of devotion's bliss.
We concede this life, it is what it is.
A touch of love's sweet kiss.
A touch of devotion's bliss.