ye chand kahi chup jaye na fir ankho me ise chhupana hai
ye chand kahi chup jaye na fir ankho me ise chhupana hai
ye husan jo fir se dekh rahi wo nazre nahi nazrana hai
hum dil ke nazro ke kayal inse sabkuch dikh jana hai
jab ye nazre takrati hai in nazro pe mit jana hai
dekho kuch jadu chhane laga mausam fir se muskana hai
khushiyo ke sawan fir barse ji bhrke bhingte jana hai
dekho kuch jadu chhane laga mausam fir se muskana hai
khushiyo ke sawan fir barse ji bhrke bhingte jana hai
ek aag se aag bujhani hai sawan to sirf bahana hai
hum dil ke nazro ke kayal inse sabkuch dikh jana hai
ye husan jo fir se dekh rahi wo nazre nahi nazrana hai

ab hosh kaha madhoshi hai in baho me kho jana hai
hum tere pyar me pagal hai fulo pe likha fasana hai
ab hosh kaha madhoshi hai in baho me kho jana hai
hum tere pyar me pagal hai fulo pe likha fasana hai
yaado ka lehrata anchal wado se ab bhar jana hai
ye chand kahi chup jaye na fir ankho me ise chhupana hai
ye chand kahi chup jaye na fir ankho me ise chhupana hai
jab ye nazre takrati hai in nazro pe mit jana hai

Lest the moon should vanish, I must hide it in my eyes,
Lest the moon should vanish, I must keep it in disguise.
This beauty I behold anew, a vision, not a prize,
For the heart's true sight, the soul's own eyes, reveal all that lies.
When glances meet and intertwine, upon those eyes, I die,
A magic stirs, the season smiles, beneath a knowing sky.
Let joy's monsoon return once more, and let us deeply sigh,
A magic stirs, the season smiles, beneath a knowing sky.
Let joy's monsoon return once more, and let us deeply sigh,
One fire to quench another fire, the monsoon is a lie,
For the heart's true sight, the soul's own eyes, reveal all that lies.
This beauty I behold anew, a vision, not a prize.

No sense remains, in rapture lost, embraced, where I must stay,
Lost in the arms of ecstasy, where I must surely stray.
Lost in the arms of ecstasy, where I must surely stray.
For in your love, I am undone, a tale the flowers say,
Lost in the arms of ecstasy, where I must surely stray.
For in your love, I am undone, a tale the flowers say,
The memories' shawl, now billows free, with promises to stay.
Lest the moon should vanish, I must hide it in my eyes,
Lest the moon should vanish, I must keep it in disguise.
When glances meet and intertwine, upon those eyes, I die.