chand tare jeb me hai
chhoti chhoti muthiyo me band hai khusiya chhoti si dunia
ham hai dilo ke sahjade
chand tare jeb me hai

chhote chhote sapne, chhote chhote arma
chhoti chhoti asaye hai
chhote chhote sapne, chhote chhote arma
chhoti chhoti asaye hai
panchhi banke udate rahte hai hai
chand tare jeb me hai
chhoti chhoti muthiyo me band hai khusiya chhoti si dunia
ham hai dilo ke sahjade
chand tare jeb me hai

ho titli ke paro pe jhilmil si ye kirne
jeewan ke rang likh jati hai
ho titli ke paro pe jhilmil si ye kirne
jeewan ke rang likh jati hai
ham to inko chunte rahte hai
chand tare jeb me hai
chhoti chhoti muthiyo me band hai khusiya chhoti si dunia
ham hai dilo ke sahjade
na na na nan na,na na na nan na

The moon, the stars, held in pockets small,
Clenched tight within fists, a captive thrall.
A tiny world of joys we hold so dear,
Princes of hearts, banishing all fear.
The moon, the stars, held in pockets small.

Tiny dreams, desires, a whispered plea,
Expectations, small as can be.
Tiny dreams, desires, a whispered plea,
Expectations, small as can be.
Like birds we soar, eternally free,
The moon, the stars, held in pockets small,
Clenched tight within fists, a captive thrall.
A tiny world of joys we hold so dear,
Princes of hearts, banishing all fear.
The moon, the stars, held in pockets small.

Upon butterfly feet, a shimmering light,
These rays of dawn, paint life's vibrant height.
Upon butterfly feet, a shimmering light,
These rays of dawn, paint life's vibrant height.
And we gather them, with pure delight,
The moon, the stars, held in pockets small,
Clenched tight within fists, a captive thrall.
A tiny world of joys we hold so dear,
Princes of hearts, banishing all fear.
The moon, the stars, held in pockets small.