chandni rate sar sar aaye mand hawaye
sar sar aaye mand hawaye
aaja sajajwa ho
mera vyakul manwa
ho tore bina ye dole re
chandni rate sar sar aaye mand hawaye
sar sar aaye mand hawaye
aaja sajajwa ho
mera vyakul manwa
ho tore bina ye dole re

utha ke ghunght tori nigahe
chhaye chhaye badriya ho
utha ke ghunght tori nigahe
chhaye chhaye badriya ho
aaj besure man dole
aaj besure man dole
mera vyakul manwa
ho tore bina ye dole re
chandni rate sar sar aaye mand hawaye
sar sar aaye mand hawaye
aaja sajajwa ho
mera vyakul manwa
ho tore bina ye dole re
chandni rate sar sar aaye mand hawaye

dil hai hasin aur rate jawan
chhayi jamne pe ranginiya hai
dil hai hasin aur rate jawan
chhayi jamne pe ranginiya hai
geet gaaye ho geet gaaye
jivan mein amrit ghole re
mera vyakul manwa
ho tore bina ye dole re
chandni rate sar sar aaye mand hawaye
sar sar aaye mand hawaye
aaja sajajwa ho
mera vyakul manwa
ho tore bina ye dole re
chandni rate sar sar aaye mand hawaye

Moonlit nights whisper, breezes softly sigh,
Whispers of the wind, as moments gently die.
Come, my beloved, appear to my soul,
My restless spirit, without you, takes no hold.
Moonlit nights whisper, breezes softly sigh,
Whispers of the wind, as moments gently die.
Come, my beloved, appear to my soul,
My restless spirit, without you, takes no hold, in these moonlit nights.

Lifting the veil, your eyes, so bright,
Clouds gather, embracing the night.
Lifting the veil, your eyes, so bright,
Clouds gather, embracing the night.
Today, a discordant heart is mine,
Today, a discordant heart is mine.
My restless spirit, without you, takes no hold.
Moonlit nights whisper, breezes softly sigh,
Whispers of the wind, as moments gently die.
Come, my beloved, appear to my soul,
My restless spirit, without you, takes no hold, in these moonlit nights.

The heart is fair, and nights are young,
Colors of the world, are all but sung.
The heart is fair, and nights are young,
Colors of the world, are all but sung.
Singing songs, yes, singing songs,
Pouring nectar into life's long song.
My restless spirit, without you, takes no hold.
Moonlit nights whisper, breezes softly sigh,
Whispers of the wind, as moments gently die.
Come, my beloved, appear to my soul,
My restless spirit, without you, takes no hold,
Without you, my soul in these moonlit nights.