baadlo me chhup raha hai chaand kyun
apne husn kee jaya se puchh lo
chaandani padi huyi hai maand kyun
apne hi kisi ada se puchh lo
baadlo me chhup raha hai chaand kyun
apne husn ki jaya se puchh lo
chaandani padi huyi hai maand kyun
apni hi kisi ada se puchh lo

meri hasrato pe bekhudi si chha gayi
tumko dekhkar nigaah ladkhada gayi
meri hasrato pe bekhudi si chha gayi
tumko dekhkar nigaah ladkhada gayee
nigaah ladkhada gayi nigaah ladkhada gayi
ho raha hu mai nashe me chur kyun
jhumati huyi fija se puchh lo
ho raha hai bin piye surur kyun
meri julf ki ghata se puchh lo
baadalo me chhup raha hai chaand kyun
apne husn ki jaya se puchh lo
chaandanee padi huyee hai maand kyun
apne hi kisi ada se puchh lo

dur mujhse gham hai aur khushi karib hai
aaj mera pyaar kitna khushnasib hai
dur mujhse gham hai aur khushi karib hai
aaj mera pyaar kitna khushnasib hai
kitna khushnasib hai kitna khushnasib hai
jhumta hai mera ang ang kyun
apani ruh ki sada se puchh lo
baj rahe hai dil me jal tarang kyun
git chhedati hawa se puchh lo
baadalo me chhup raha hai chaand kyun
apne husn ki jaya se puchh lo
chaandani padi huyi hai maand kyun
apne hi kisi ada se puchh lo

Why does the moon hide in the clouds,
Ask the modesty of its own beauty.
Why does the moonlight wane in shrouds,
Ask the grace of its own duty.
Why does the moon hide in the clouds,
Ask the modesty of its own beauty.
Why does the moonlight wane in shrouds,
Ask the grace of its own duty.

A trance has fallen on my desires,
Gazing at you, my sight falters.
A trance has fallen on my desires,
Gazing at you, my sight falters.
My sight falters, my sight falters,
Why am I drunk in this hour,
Ask the swaying breeze.
Why this joy without the power
Ask the shadow of your tresses.
Why does the moon hide in the clouds,
Ask the modesty of its own beauty.
Why does the moonlight wane in shrouds,
Ask the grace of its own duty.

Sorrow is distant, and joy is near,
How fortunate my love is today.
Sorrow is distant, and joy is near,
How fortunate my love is today.
How fortunate, how fortunate,
Why does it kiss my every limb,
Ask the grace of your own soul.
Why does music swell within,
Ask the wind that steals the whole.
Why does the moon hide in the clouds,
Ask the modesty of its own beauty.
Why does the moonlight wane in shrouds,
Ask the grace of its own duty.