kehte hain chaand jisko, tumse nahin wo pyara
dekhe use ye duniya, mujhko nahin gawara
kehte hain chaand jisko, tumse nahin wo pyara
dekhe use ye duniya, mujhko nahin gawara

nazrein jo tum uthaao, har chiz muskuraye
palkein jo tum jhukaao, taaron ko nind aaye
nazrein jo tum uthaao, har chiz muskuraye
palkein jo tum jhukaao, taaron ko nind aaye
duniya bhi saath dole, dhadke jo dil tumhaara
kehte hain chaand jisko, tumse nahin wo pyara

ek baat tumse puchhu, tum kaun ho hamaare
dil mein samaa rahe ho, hum kaun hain tumhaare
ek baat tumse puchhu, tum kaun ho hamaare
dil mein samaa rahe ho, hum kaun hain tumhaare
kar do na muskuraake, halka saa ik ishaara
kehthe hain chaand jisko, tumse nahin wo pyara

saathi agar hasin ho, kya baat phir safar ki
manzil udhar ko aayi, tumne jidhar nazar ki
saathi agar hasin ho, kya baat phir safar ki
manzil udhar ko aayi, tumne jidhar nazar ki
dil jab bhi dagmagaya, tum ban gaye sahara
kehte hain chaand jisko, tumse nahin wo pyara
kehte hain chaand jisko, tumse nahin wo pyara
dekhe use ye duniya, mujhko nahin gawara
mujhko nahin gawara

The moon they praise, I hold it less than thee,
That world may gaze, but holds no worth for me.
The moon they praise, I hold it less than thee,
That world may gaze, but holds no worth for me.

When you arise, all things begin to smile,
When you cast down, stars slumber for a while.
When you arise, all things begin to smile,
When you cast down, stars slumber for a while.
The world itself shall sway, where beats your heart,
The moon they praise, I hold it less apart.

One question I must ask, who are you to me?
You fill my heart, and who then, am I to thee?
One question I must ask, who are you to me?
You fill my heart, and who then, am I to thee?
Smile, and with grace, just offer me a sign,
The moon they praise, I hold it less than thine.

With beauty's grace, what need is there to roam?
The journey ends, where you have looked as home.
With beauty's grace, what need is there to roam?
The journey ends, where you have looked as home.
When faltering my soul, you are my stand,
The moon they praise, I hold it less at hand.
The moon they praise, I hold it less than thee,
That world may gaze, but holds no worth for me.
Holds no worth for me.