jiska darshan karne ko
suraj nikalta hai wo tum ho
jiski chamak churane ko
chand chamakta hai
wo tum ho wo tum ho
jiska darshan karne ko
suraj nikalta hai wo tum ho

najar mili jab tumse koi or najar na aaya
koi or najar na aaya
tumhe banakar rab ne apna
sundar rup dihkaya sundar rup dihkaya
jiske samne aane ko
darpan tadapta hai wo tum ho
wo tum ho wo tum ho
jiska darshan karne ko
suraj nikalta hai wo tum ho
jiski chamak churane ko
ye chand chamakta hai
wo tum ho wo tum ho
jiska darshan karne ko
suraj nikalta hai wo tum ho

tal se tal nikalte hai sangit
basa bato me sangit basa bato me
kismat likh sakti ho tum
wo kala chupi hatho me
jisse hath milane ko
har koi tarasta hai wo tum ho
wo tum ho wo tum ho
jiska darshan karne ko
suraj nikalta hai wo tum ho
jiski chamak churane ko
ye chand chamakta hai
wo tum ho wo tum ho
jiska darshan karne ko
suraj nikalta hai wo tum ho

The sun ascends, a painter of the dawn,
To glimpse the form, the radiant grace you are.
The moon, a thief of light, a silver pawn,
Reflects your gleam, a star held in a jar.
You are, you are.
The sun ascends, to find you in the day.

When eyes met eyes, the world dissolved away,
No other sight, no face, no trace remained.
God fashioned you, a masterpiece to stay,
A perfect form, divinely self-sustained.
The mirror yearns, your beauty to embrace,
You are, you are.
The sun ascends, to find you in your place.
The moon, it steals your light, a silver trace,
You are, you are.
The sun ascends, to find you in the day.

From rhythm's heart, a symphony takes flight,
Music resides within each whispered word.
Fate's pen, held within your hand so bright,
A hidden art, so deeply to be heard.
And hands extend, to touch, to feel, to know,
You are, you are.
The sun ascends, the seeds of light to sow.
The moon, it steals your light, a silver glow,
You are, you are.
The sun ascends, the radiant you to show.