chanda dekhe chanda, to vo chanda sharmaye
chanda dekhe chanda
gori gori chandani me gori jab muskaye
jiya bole piya, to ye jiya sharmaye
jiya bole piya
gori gori chadani me gori jab muskaye
jiya bole piya

chand se mathe pe bidiya jhilamilaye aise
chand suraj raat me ek sath chamke aise
chand se mathe pe bidiya jhilamilaye aise
chand suraj raat me ek sath chamke aise
ji kare ye umar yuhi dekhate kat jaye
jiya bole piya, to ye jiya sharmaye
jiya bole piya

nain ban jati hai ghunghat, man dulhan ki aasha
bachate hai jab nayan tere nayan ki bhasha
nain ban jati hai ghunghat, man dulhan ki aasha
bachate hai jab nayan tere nayan ki bhasha
nain me chhup kar mere mujhko tu mujhse churaye
chanda dekhe chanda, to vo chanda sharmaye
chanda dekhe chanda

prit ke rang me ranga hai tera udata aanchal
maine bandhaa hai isi me ek divana pagal
prit ke rang me ranga hai tera udata aanchal
maine bandha hai isi me ek divana pagal
aanchal ki chhaya me ye pagal jiye mar jaaye
jiya bole piya, to ye jiyaa sharmaye
gori gori chandani me gori jab muskaye
chanda dekhe chanda, to vo chanda sharmaye
gori gori chandani me gori jab muskaye
jiya bole piya
chanda dekhe chanda

When moon beholds the moon, the moon itself blushes,
When moon beholds the moon.
In the fair, fair moonlight, as she smiles,
My heart calls "Beloved," and my heart is shy.
My heart calls "Beloved."
In the fair, fair moonlight, as she smiles,
My heart calls "Beloved."

On her moon-like brow, a jewel softly gleams,
Like sun and moon, together, in night's dreams.
On her moon-like brow, a jewel softly gleams,
Like sun and moon, together, in night's dreams.
May this life simply pass in watching you.
My heart calls "Beloved," and my heart is shy.
My heart calls "Beloved."

Eyes become a veil, the heart a bride's desire,
When your eyes read the language of my eyes.
Eyes become a veil, the heart a bride's desire,
When your eyes read the language of my eyes.
Hiding in your gaze, you steal me from myself.
When moon beholds the moon, the moon itself blushes,
When moon beholds the moon.

Dyed in the colors of love, your flying veil,
Within it, I have bound a madman, frail.
Dyed in the colors of love, your flying veil,
Within it, I have bound a madman, frail.
In the veil's shadow, may this madman live and die.
My heart calls "Beloved," and my heart is shy.
In the fair, fair moonlight, as she smiles,
When moon beholds the moon, the moon itself blushes,
In the fair, fair moonlight, as she smiles,
My heart calls "Beloved."
When moon beholds the moon.