ho mukhada chand ka tukada
ho mukhada chand ka tukada
mere nain sharab ke pyale
mere nain sharab ke pyale
jab jaha dekhe mujhe mar mar
jaye mar jaye dilavale
ho mukhada chand ka tukada
mere nain sharab ke pyale
mere nain sharab ke pyale
jab jaha dekhe mujhe mar mar
jaye mar jaye dilavale
ho mukhada chand ka tukada

galo pe mere jo til ka nishan hai
ashiqo ki chahat hai shayaro ki jaan hai
galo pe mere jo til ka nishan hai
ashiqo ki chahat hai shayaro ki jaan hai ho
mere hotho ka rang gulabi
meri chaal hai yaro sharabi
mere hotho ka ramg gulabi
meri chaal hai yaro sharabi
jab chalati hu mai balakha ke
dil sambhale na kisi ke sambhale
ho mukhada chand ka tukada
mere nain sharab ke pyale ho
mere nain sharab ke pyale ho
jab jaha dekhe mujhe mar mar
jaye mar jaye dilavale
ho mukhada chand ka tukada

dekha na hoga kahi aisa shabab hoon
mera javab nahi mai lajavab hoon
dekha na hoga kahi aisa shabab hoon
mera javab nahi mai lajavab hoon
mere sir se jo chunari sarke
to divano ka dil dhadke
mere sir se jo chunari sarke
to divano ka dil dhadke
jab kabhi dekhu yaha musaka ke
khule band dilo ke tale
ho mukhada chand ka tukada
mere nain sharab ke pyale ho
mere nain sharab ke pyale ho
jab jaha dekhe mujhe mar mar
jaye mar jaye dilavale mar jaye dilavale
ho mukhada chand ka tukada ho ho ho ho ho

Her face, a fragment of the moon's soft gleam,
Her face, a fragment of the moon's soft gleam,
Her eyes, the goblets where desire does dream,
Her eyes, the goblets where desire does dream,
At every glance, a thousand hearts expire,
They fall and fade, consumed by fierce fire,
Her face, a fragment of the moon's soft gleam.
Her eyes, the goblets where desire does dream,
At every glance, a thousand hearts expire,
They fall and fade, consumed by fierce fire,
Her face, a fragment of the moon's soft gleam.

Upon her cheeks, a beauty mark resides,
The longing of lovers, where the poet hides,
Upon her cheeks, a beauty mark resides,
The longing of lovers, where the poet hides.
Her lips, the blush of dawn’s embrace,
Her every step, a drunken, swaying grace,
Her lips, the blush of dawn’s embrace,
Her every step, a drunken, swaying grace,
As she moves, with a sensual sway,
No heart can hold, no soul can stay,
Her face, a fragment of the moon's soft gleam,
Her eyes, the goblets where desire does dream,
Her eyes, the goblets where desire does dream,
At every glance, a thousand hearts expire,
They fall and fade, consumed by fierce fire,
Her face, a fragment of the moon's soft gleam.

No vision could ever compare,
I am beauty beyond compare,
No vision could ever compare,
I am beauty beyond compare.
When from her head, her scarf descends,
The hearts of the mad, it transcends,
When from her head, her scarf descends,
The hearts of the mad, it transcends,
When she smiles, with a knowing glance,
She unlocks the soul’s deepest trance,
Her face, a fragment of the moon's soft gleam,
Her eyes, the goblets where desire does dream,
Her eyes, the goblets where desire does dream,
At every glance, a thousand hearts expire,
They fall and fade, consumed by fierce fire,
They fall and fade, consumed by fierce fire,
Her face, a fragment of the moon's soft gleam, oh, oh, oh, oh.