taro ki nagri se chanda ne ek din
dharti pe aane ki thani sun mere munna kahani
kaliyo ne pahne sabnam ke gahne
lahro me aayi rawani sun mere munna kahani

kab se khadi thi vyakul chakori
naina bichaye huye path me
dharti pe utra raja gagan ka
chupke se kirno ke rath me
aaye piya pyare pyasi ke dware
aaye piya pyare pyasi ke dware
fir bhi chakori na jane sun mere munna kahani

kahti thi duniya kahti thi duniya
ho na sakega chanda chakori ka mel
pal bhar me dekho ruthi nindiya
tutega sapno ka gher tutega sapno ka gher
itne me chanda badhkar yu bola
itne me chanda badhkar yu bola
mai raja tu meri rani sun mere munna kahani

lekin ye dunia lekin ye dunia prem ki berain
haye laga ke najariya haye laga ke najariya
aaye the ek din waise hi ek din
sajni se bichade sawariya haye sajni se bichade sawariya
ab tak khadi hai path par chakori
ab tak khadi hai path par chakori
lekar piya ki nishani jab tak na wapis aayega chanda
jab tak na wapis aayega chanda puri na hogi kahani
o muna puri na hogi kahani soja puri na hogi kahani
soja puri na hogi kahani

From the city of stars, the moon one day,
Decided to descend to Earth, listen, my dear one, my tale.
The buds donned jewels of dew,
A surge of life in the waves, listen, my dear one, my tale.

For ages, the Chakori bird stood restless,
Eyes spread upon the path.
The king of the sky descended to Earth,
Secretly in a chariot of light.
The beloved arrived at the thirsty one's door,
The beloved arrived at the thirsty one's door,
Yet the Chakori knew not, listen, my dear one, my tale.

The world declared, the world declared,
The moon and Chakori could never unite.
In a moment, sleep turned away in anger,
The circle of dreams would break, the circle of dreams would break.
Just then, the moon stepped forward and spoke,
Just then, the moon stepped forward and spoke,
"I am the king, you are my queen," listen, my dear one, my tale.

But this world, but this world, is a foe of love,
Ah, casting its gaze, ah, casting its gaze.
They came one day, just like that one day,
When the dark-skinned lover parted from his beloved, ah, parted from his beloved.
Even now, the Chakori stands on the path,
Even now, the Chakori stands on the path,
Bearing the token of her beloved, until the moon returns,
Until the moon returns, the tale will not be complete.
Oh, my dear one, the tale will not be complete. Sleep now, the tale will not be complete.
Sleep now, the tale will not be complete.