aaj shab jo chaand ne hai roothane ki thaan li
gardishon mein hai sitaare baat hamane maan li
andheri syaah jindagi ko sujhati nahi gali
ke aaj haath thaamlo ik haath ki kami khali
kyun khoye khoye chaand ki
firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil
kyun apane aap se khafa khafa jara jaraasa naaraaj hai dil
yeh manjilein bhi khudahi tay kare
yeh faasalein bhi khudhi tay kare
kyu toh rasto pe phir seham seham
sanbhal sanbhal ke chalta hai ye dil
kyun khoye khoye chaand ki
firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil

jindagi sawaalon ke jawaab dhudnein chali
jawaab mein sawaalon ki ik lambi si ladi mili
sawaal hi sawaal hain sujhti nahi gali
ke aaj haath thaamlo ik haath ki kami khali
ji mein aata hai murda sitaare noch loon
idhar bhi noch loon udhar bhi noch loon
ek do ka jikr kya
main saare noch loon main saare noch loon
idhar bhi noch loon udhar bhi noch loon
sitaare noch loon main saare noch loon
sitaare noch loon main saare noch loon
kyun tu aaj itna vaishi hai
mijaaj mein majaaj hai ai gam-e-dil
kyun apane aap se khafa
khafa jara jaraasa naaraaj hai dil
yeh manjilein bhi khudahi tay kare
yeh faasalein bhi khudhi tay kare
kyu toh rasto pe phir seham seham
sanbhal sanbhal ke chalta hai ye dil
kyun khoye khoye chaand ki
firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil

dil ko samajhaana keh do kya aasaan hai
dil ko fitrat se sunlo na beimaan hai
yeh khush nahi jo mila bas maangata hi hai chala
jaanata hai har lagi ka dard hi hai bas ik sila
jab kabhi yeh dil laga dard hi hamein mila
dil ki har lagi ka sunlo dard hi hai ik sila
jab kabhi yeh dil laga dard hi hamein mila
dil ki har lagi ka sunlo dard hi hai ik sila
kyun naye naye se dard ki
firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil
kyun apane aap se khafa
khafa jara jaraasa naaraaj hai dil
yeh manjilein bhi khudahi tay kare
yeh faasalein bhi khudhi tay kare

kyu toh rasto pe phir seham seham
sanbhal sanbhal ke chalta hai ye dil
kyun khoye khoye chaand ki
firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil
kyun apane aap se khafa khafa jara jaraasa naaraaj hai dil
yeh manjilein bhi khudahi tay kare
yeh faasalein bhi khudhi tay kare
kyu toh rasto pe phir seham seham
sanbhal sanbhal ke chalta hai ye dil
kyun khoye khoye chaand ki
firaaq mein talaash mein udaas hai dil

Tonight, the moon, it seems, has vowed to weep,
And stars are lost in whirling, silent sleep.
In shadows deep, a path I cannot find,
A missing hand, a solace for the mind.
Why is the heart so heavy, lost and low,
Searching for the moon's lost, fading glow?
Why does the heart, in whispers, turn away,
Slightly cross, from all it sees each day?
These journeys, it proclaims, it will define,
These distances, it vows, will all be mine.
Then why, with fear, does it its path tread slow,
And cautious steps along the pathways go?
Why is the heart so heavy, lost and low,
Searching for the moon's lost, fading glow?

Life set forth to answers to pursue,
And found a chain of questions, piercing through.
Questions on questions, and no path in sight,
A missing hand, to banish endless night.
A primal urge, to tear the stars from skies,
From here and there, where starlit beauty lies.
What matter one, or two, or few,
I'd rip them all, and tear them through.
From here and there, I'd tear them down,
And tear the stars from heaven's crown.
Why are you savage, heart, with such a rage?
A melancholic mood upon life's stage.
Why does the heart, in whispers, turn away,
Slightly cross, from all it sees each day?
These journeys, it proclaims, it will define,
These distances, it vows, will all be mine.
Then why, with fear, does it its path tread slow,
And cautious steps along the pathways go?
Why is the heart so heavy, lost and low,
Searching for the moon's lost, fading glow?

To soothe the heart, a task so hard to claim,
For in its nature, lies deceit and shame.
It finds no joy in what it can attain,
But yearns, and craves, and begs again.
It knows that love's sweet fruit is bitter pain,
And every love, a wound that will remain.
It knows that love's sweet fruit is bitter pain,
And every love, a wound that will remain.
Why does the heart seek out new pains to find,
Searching for the moon's lost, fading kind?
Why does the heart, in whispers, turn away,
Slightly cross, from all it sees each day?
These journeys, it proclaims, it will define,
These distances, it vows, will all be mine.

Then why, with fear, does it its path tread slow,
And cautious steps along the pathways go?
Why is the heart so heavy, lost and low,
Searching for the moon's lost, fading glow?
Why does the heart, in whispers, turn away,
Slightly cross, from all it sees each day?
These journeys, it proclaims, it will define,
These distances, it vows, will all be mine.
Then why, with fear, does it its path tread slow,
And cautious steps along the pathways go?
Why is the heart so heavy, lost and low,
Searching for the moon's lost, fading glow?