waqt ke chakrvyuh mein panpata hain kal
kal ek kalpana aaj bhi ye pal
ek ahsaas hum sirf ahsaas
kate na kate ratiyan muaa
kab uglega chand aag
kate na kate ratiyan mua
kab uglega chand aag
andhero ka banakar bichhona
andhero ka banakar bichhona
odhkar karwato ki chadar
chubhati suiyon se khwaab piraoh
chubhati suiyon se khwaab
piraoh har pal gujre hain jaise sadi
gahre aate jave ye daag o bairi
kate na kate ratiyan muaa
kab uglega chand aag

ankhiyon se utarte aansu utarte nahi
ankhiyon se utarte aansu utarte nahi
khali ho gayi sabr ki gagri
raat raat bhar jiyara parosu
raat raat bhar jiyara parosu
dhundhale hote jaye sitare
bujhte jave sare chirag o bairi
kate na kate ratiyan muaa
kab uglega chand aag

chand batore hain gin gin kar
chand batore hain gin gin kar
bhar gayi rain se lipati gathari
ab to bojh ye dho na saku main
ab to bojh ye dho na saku
main mujhko balam aur na tarsa
biti raaten jaag jaag o bairi
kate na kate ratiyan muaa
kab uglega chand aag

Tomorrow, a phantom born in time's labyrinth,
A dream of tomorrow, this breath, this moment.
We are but feeling, pure sensation.
Will nights ever cease, oh Death?
When will the moon spit fire?
Will nights ever cease, oh Death?
When will the moon spit fire?

Making darkness our bed,
Wrapping ourselves in a blanket of restless turns,
Stitching dreams with piercing needles,
Stitching dreams with piercing needles.
Each moment, a century passing,
Deepening wounds, oh foe, that come and go.
Will nights ever cease, oh Death?
When will the moon spit fire?

Tears refuse to fall from my eyes,
Tears refuse to fall from my eyes,
The pitcher of patience has emptied.
Night after night, I've nursed my heart,
Night after night, I've nursed my heart.
The stars grow dim, fading away,
All the lamps extinguish, oh foe.
Will nights ever cease, oh Death?
When will the moon spit fire?

I have gathered the moons, counting them,
I have gathered the moons, counting them,
The bundle, heavy with night, is full.
I can no longer carry this burden,
I can no longer carry this burden.
My love, no longer torment me,
The nights have passed in wakefulness, oh foe.
Will nights ever cease, oh Death?
When will the moon spit fire?