kiska sath nibhau nibhau
ye suraj ye hai chanda
main sandha si rahi bich mein
kiska sath nibhau nibhau
kiska sath nibhau nibhau
ye suraj ye hai chanda

suraj tan mein aag lagata
bhole man ko chand satata
suraj tan mein aag lagata
bhole man ko chand satata
main samjhati rahi akeli
pida kise sunaau sunaau
kiska sath nibhau nibhau
ye suraj ye hai chanda

tan hai suraj ke bandhan mein
tan hai suraj ke bandhan mein
chand chhipa man ke aangan mein
chand chhipa man ke aangan mein
main samjhati uljh rahi hu
kuch bhi samjh na paau
kiska sath nibhau nibhau
ye suraj ye hai chanda

Whose hand to hold, whose path to tread?
The sun, a blaze; the moon, a distant thread.
I, a twilight, caught between their gleam,
Whose hand to hold, lost in a dream?
Whose hand to hold, a question's plea?
The sun's bright fire; the moon's decree.

The sun ignites the body's pyre,
The moon's cold light, a soul's desire.
The sun ignites the body's pyre,
The moon's cold light, a soul's desire.
I, alone, the counsel gave,
To whom this ache, this pain, I crave?
Whose hand to hold, in this despair?
The sun's harsh glare; the moon's cool air.

The body bound to sun's harsh hold,
The body bound to sun's harsh hold,
The moon concealed, within the soul.
The moon concealed, within the soul.
I, entangled, seeking light,
Lost in shadows, day and night.
I understand, but cannot see,
Whose hand to hold, eternally?
The sun's embrace; the moon's reverie.