baat ho aadhi raat ki
raat ho pure chand ki
baat ho aadhi raat ki
raat ho pure chand ki
baat ho aadhi raat ki
raat ho pure chand ki
chand bhi hai niche takta
uspe tera jamaal bhi
chand bhi hai niche takta
uspe tera jamaal bhi
kuch to hawa bhi sard thi
kuch tha tera khayal bhi

sabki sabse najar bachake wo
mujhko kuch aise dekhta
sabki sabse najar bachake wo
sabki sabse najar bachake wo
mujhko kuch aise dekhta
ek dafa to ruk gayi
gardishe maaho saal ki
ek dafa to ruk gayi
gardishe maaho saal ki
dil ko khushi ke sath sath
hota raha malaal bhi
kuch to hawa bhi sard thi
kuch tha tera khayal bhi

meri talab tha ek shakhs
wo jo nahi mila to phir
meri talab tha ek shakhs
wo jo nahi mila to phir
meri talab tha ek shakhs
wo jo nahi mila to phir
hath dua se yu gira
bhul gaya sawal bhi
kuch to hawa bhi sard thi
kuch tha tera khayal bhi
dil ko khushi ke sath sath
hota raha malaal bhi
kuch to hawa bhi sard thi
kuch tha tera khayal bhi

The midnight whispers, a sacred hour,
A night embraced by the moon's full power.
The midnight whispers, a sacred hour,
A night embraced by the moon's full power.
The midnight whispers, a sacred hour,
A night embraced by the moon's full power.
The moon descends, its gaze so true,
Reflecting your radiant, divine hue.
The moon descends, its gaze so true,
Reflecting your radiant, divine hue.
The air grew cold, a chilling grace,
And thoughts of you, I did embrace.

From prying eyes, a secret keep,
He looked at me, so tender, deep.
From prying eyes, a secret keep,
From prying eyes, a secret keep,
He looked at me, so tender, deep.
Once, time itself, its course did cease,
The turning stars found sudden peace.
Once, time itself, its course did cease,
The turning stars found sudden peace.
With joy, a sorrow intertwined,
Regret's faint echo in my mind.
The air grew cold, a chilling grace,
And thoughts of you, I did embrace.

My heart's desire, a single soul,
Lost, its absence takes its toll.
My heart's desire, a single soul,
Lost, its absence takes its toll.
My heart's desire, a single soul,
Lost, its absence takes its toll.
My hands, from prayer, fell to the ground,
And all my questions, were unbound.
The air grew cold, a chilling grace,
And thoughts of you, I did embrace.
With joy, a sorrow intertwined,
Regret's faint echo in my mind.
The air grew cold, a chilling grace,
And thoughts of you, I did embrace.