vahi chaandani hai vahi aasmaan hai
bahaare vahi aur vahi gulsitaan hai
vahi chaandani hai vahi aasmaan hai
bahaare vahi aur vahi gulsitaan hai
magar jis se roshan ye dil kaa jahaan hai
chhupaa chaand jaa kar vo mera kahaan hai
vahi chaandani hai vahi aasmaan hai
bahaare vahi aur vahi gulsitaan hai

vahi dil vahi mai muhabbat bhi vo hi
nigaaho me ab tak hai surat bhi vo hi
magar na vo mahfil na vo dastaan hai
magar na vo mahfil na vo dastaan hai
na vo dastaan hai
vahi chaandani hai vahi aasmaan hai
bahaare vahi aur vahi gulsitaan hai

mahakti hai kaliyaan to chubhte hai kaante
sisakate hai guche to lagate hai chaante
magar dekhtaa kaun ye maharbaan hai
magar dekhtaa kaun ye maharbaan hai
ye maharbaan hai
vahi chaandani hai vahi aasmaan hai
bahaare vahi aur vahi gulsitaan hai

The moon still spills its silver on the night,
The sky the same, a canvas pure and bright.
The spring's embrace, the garden's fragrant grace,
The moon still spills its silver on the night.

But where has vanished that which lit my soul?
The hidden moon, beyond my heart's control.
The moon still spills its silver on the night,
The spring's embrace, the garden's fragrant grace.

The heart the same, the love I knew remains,
Her image lingers, mirrored in the veins.
Yet gone the gathering, the story's gleam,
Gone the gathering, lost within a dream.
Gone the story.

The moon still spills its silver on the night,
The spring's embrace, the garden's fragrant grace.

The blooms exhale, yet thorns begin to sting,
The buds now weep, and lashes softly swing.
But who observes this hand that makes us whole?
But who observes this hand that makes us whole?
Makes us whole.
The moon still spills its silver on the night,
The spring's embrace, the garden's fragrant grace.