o chandrama o chandrama
tu bada man ka kathor hai
paas aaye bhi nahi aur bhulaye bhi nahi
tere man me chupa koi chor hai
o chandrama tu bada man ka kathor hai

ho jalta hai suraj dinbhar magar
na hamko kabhi bhi jalata
jalta hai suraj dinbar magar
na hamko kabhi bhi jalata ek chanda tu hi
jo sheetal kahar ke agni ke teer chalata
tu hasaye bhi nahi aur rulaye bhi nahi
bade chaliyo ka sheer mor hai
o chandrama tu bada man ka kathor hai

raat adhuri baat adhuri chitvan bhi teri adhuri
raat adhuri baat adhuri chitvan bhi teri adhuri
aas adhuri baat mayuri ab achi nahi hai ye duri
achi nahi hai ye duri man churaye bhi nahi
man milaye bhi nahi
bahar kuch bhitar kuch aur hai
o chandrama tu bada man ka kathor hai
paas aaye bhi nahi aur bhulaye bhi nahi
tere man me chupa koi chor hai o chandrama

O moon, O moon, a heart of stone you hold,
You neither come near, nor let yourself be forgot.
A thief, a secret, your hidden self does enfold.
O moon, a heart of stone, your lot.

The sun ablaze throughout the day,
Yet never burns us in its light.
A moon alone, in ways to say,
Your gentle fire, a piercing blight.
You neither laugh nor make us weep,
The king of deceivers, you stand before.
O moon, a heart of stone, secrets to keep.

Night incomplete, words half-said, your gaze the same,
A longing unfulfilled, a peacock's dance, no more.
This distance now, an endless, hurtful game.
You steal no heart, nor open any door.
Outside one face, within another, concealed.
O moon, a heart of stone, and nothing more.
You neither come near, nor let yourself be forgot.
A thief, a secret, your hidden self does enfold.
O moon.