rokana hai agar rok lijiye magar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi
rokana hai agar rok lijiye magar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi
dur hai mera ghar mujhako duniya ka dar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi
rokana hai agar rok lijiye magar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi

chaand nilaka mera chaandani kho gayi
har taraf husn ki roshani ho gayi
chaand nilaka mera chaandani kho gayi
har taraf husn ki roshani ho gayi
aap chaand hai agar chaand ko dekhkar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi
rokana hai agar rok lijiye magar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi

aap shaamil hai yun meri aawaaj me
jaise nagame ho do ek hi saaj me
aap shaamil hai yun meri aawaaj me
jaise nagame ho do ek hi saaj me
main ghajhal chhedkar ishq ke saaj pe
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi
rokana hai agar rok lijiye magar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi

behaki behaki nigaahein nahi hosh me
pyaar sharmaaye aankhon ki aaghosh me
behaki behaki nigaahein nahi hosh me
pyaar sharmaaye aankhon ki aaghosh me
hasake shaane pe sar rakh toh dungi magar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi
dur hai mera ghar mujhako duniya ka dar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi
rokana hai agar rok lijiye magar
chaand chhupane se pehale chali jaaungi
chali jaaungi, chali jaaungi

If you must, then hold me back, but know,
Before the moon descends, I must go.
If you must, then hold me back, but know,
Before the moon descends, I must go.
My home is distant, the world's cold fear,
Before the moon descends, I must go.
If you must, then hold me back, but know,
Before the moon descends, I must go.

The moon has risen, yet its silver's lost,
Beauty's bright fire, at what a cost!
The moon has risen, yet its silver's lost,
Beauty's bright fire, at what a cost!
You are the moon; but gazing moonward,
Before the moon descends, I must go.
If you must, then hold me back, but know,
Before the moon descends, I must go.

You are entwined within my very sound,
Like two sweet songs on one shared ground.
You are entwined within my very sound,
Like two sweet songs on one shared ground.
I'll begin a ghazal, on love's own string,
Before the moon descends, I must go.
If you must, then hold me back, but know,
Before the moon descends, I must go.

These wandering eyes, are lost to sense,
Love shyly hides, in sweet suspense.
These wandering eyes, are lost to sense,
Love shyly hides, in sweet suspense.
I'll rest my head, upon your chest, and smile,
Before the moon descends, I must go.
If you must, then hold me back, but know,
Before the moon descends, I must go.
If you must, then hold me back, but know,
Before the moon descends, I must go.
I must go, I must go.