tere milna bahut achha lage hai
tere milna bahut achha lage hai
mujhe tu mere dukh jaisa lage hai
tere milna bahut achha lage hai
mujhe tu mere dukh jaisa lage hai
tere milna tere milna

chaman saara kahe hai phool jisko
chaman saara kahe hai phool jisko
chaman saara kahe hai phool jisko
meri aankho ko tujh chehra lage hai
meri aankho ko tujh chehra lage hai
mujhe tu mere dukh jaisa lage hai
tere milna tere milna

ye tera aalams hai ke zindagi hai
ye tera aalams hai ke zindagi hai
tujhe chhu lu to dil zinda lage hai
tujhe chhu lu to dil zinda lage hai
mujhe tu mere dukh jaisa lage hai
tere milna tere milna

rago mein teri khwahish beh rahi hai
rago mein teri khwahish beh rahi hai
zamane ko lahu dil ka lage hai
zamane ko lahu dil ka lage hai
mujhe tu mere dukh jaisa lage hai
tera milna bahut achha lage hai
mujhe tu mere dukh jaisa lage hai
tere milna tere milna
tere milna tere milna
tere milna tere milna

Your presence, a sweet ache, a balm,
Your presence, a sweet ache, a balm.
You feel like sorrow, familiar and warm,
Your presence, a sweet ache, a balm.
You feel like sorrow, taking my form,
Your coming, your coming.

The garden calls it a blooming grace,
The garden calls it a blooming grace,
The garden calls it a blooming grace.
But my eyes see your face, your trace,
But my eyes see your face, your trace.
You feel like sorrow, in this empty space,
Your coming, your coming.

Is this your touch, or is it life’s art?
Is this your touch, or is it life’s art?
To hold you close, and feel my heart start,
To hold you close, and feel my heart start.
You feel like sorrow, tearing apart,
Your coming, your coming.

Desire, a river in your veins flows,
Desire, a river in your veins flows,
To the world, my heart's blood shows,
To the world, my heart's blood shows.
You feel like sorrow, as the dark grows,
Your presence, a sweet ache, and it grows.
You feel like sorrow, the wind that blows,
Your coming, your coming.
Your coming, your coming.
Your coming, your coming.