sun chaand meri yeh daasta, mai kahu tujhe ya ke na kahu
teri chandani tere paas hai, mujhe yeh bata mai kaha rahu
sun chaand meri yeh daasta

khili rain me dekho chain se, hai yeh saara aalam so raha
tere in sitaaro ki chhaanv me, mai akela chupchup so raha
lagi aag birah ki ang me, mai sahu ise ya ke na sahu
mai sahu ise ya ke na sahu
sun chaand meri yeh daasta

wo najar jo dil me utar gayi, jaise chubh gaya koi shul ho
wo hatheli par tera mukh saja, jaise phul par koi phul ho
yu bahe nadi teri yaad ki, mai bahu yahan ya ke na bahu
mai bahu yahan ya ke na bahu
sun chaand meri yeh daasta

Oh moon, listen to my tale, should I speak it or not?
Your silver light, it stays with you, tell me, where should I find my spot?
Oh moon, listen to my tale.

In blooming night, see peace descend, while all the world is hushed and sleeps,
In the shadow of your starry friends, I, alone, in silence, weep.
The fire of longing burns within, should I endure it, or not?
Should I endure it, or not?
Oh moon, listen to my tale.

That gaze that pierced and settled deep, like a thorn that finds its way,
Your face upon that waiting palm, a bloom upon a blooming spray.
Thus flows the river of your thought, should I surrender, or not?
Should I surrender, or not?
Oh moon, listen to my tale.