tota maina ki kahani
tota maina ki kahani to purani purani ho gayi
tota maina ki kahani to purani purani ho gayi
ab hai sabake labo par ye taza khabar
ek ladaki divani ho gayi
tujhse milake zidagani
tujhse milake zidagani hay kitani suhani ho gayi
tujhse milake zidagani hay kitani suhani ho gayi
milate hi nazar hua aisa asar mai fakire ki rani ho gayi
tota maina ki kahani to purani purani ho gayi
tota maina ki kahani to purani purani ho gayi

kahi koi na tha dur dur tak ham jisko hamara kahte
ham jisako hamara kahte
tu na milta agar suni rah par piya ham besahara rahte
piya ham besahara rahte
ai mere hamsafar chahnevalo par
ai mere hamsafar chahnevalo par vaqt ki meharbani ho gayi
tota maina ki kahani to purani purani ho gayi
tota maina ki kahani to purani purani ho gayi

tu rang hai mai hun khushbu gul khilate hai apne milan se
gul khilate hai apne milan se
tera mukhda hai samne mere mujhe matlab nahi hai chaman se
mujhe matlab nahi hai chaman se
ek apni dagar ek apna nagar
ek apni dagar ek apna nagar, ek apni kahani ho gayi
tujhase milake zidagani hay kitani suhani ho gayi
tujhase milake zidagani hay kitani suhani ho gayi
milate hi nazar hua aisa asar mai fakire ki rani ho gayi
tota maina ki kahani to purani purani ho gayi
tota maina ki kahani to purani purani ho gayi

The tale of parrot and mynah,
An old, familiar rhyme,
The tale of parrot and mynah,
Worn smooth by passing time.

Now on every lip, a fresh report,
A maiden, love-defined.
Meeting you, my life's sweet turning,
How beautifully aligned!
Meeting you, my life's sweet turning,
How beautifully aligned!
A glance, a touch, a mystic shift,
A pauper's queen, I find.
The tale of parrot and mynah,
An old, familiar rhyme.
The tale of parrot and mynah,
Worn smooth by passing time.

No one near, no one far,
To claim as our own,
To claim as our own.
If you hadn't come to my lonely path,
My love, I'd be alone.
My love, I'd be alone.
Oh, my companion, on lovers' lane,
Oh, my companion, on lovers' lane,
Time's grace has now been shown.
The tale of parrot and mynah,
An old, familiar rhyme.
The tale of parrot and mynah,
Worn smooth by passing time.

You are the hue, I am the scent,
Blooms rise from our embrace,
Blooms rise from our embrace.
Your face before me, ever present,
I have no need of space.
I have no need of space.
One path for us, one city built,
One path for us, one city built,
One destiny, we chase.
Meeting you, my life's sweet turning,
How beautifully aligned!
Meeting you, my life's sweet turning,
How beautifully aligned!
A glance, a touch, a mystic shift,
A pauper's queen, I find.
The tale of parrot and mynah,
An old, familiar rhyme.
The tale of parrot and mynah,
Worn smooth by passing time.