main hu chanda see chhori are chhori
rangat hai meri gori
gaalo pe kala til hai
gori tere mukhade pe mukhade pe
is chanda ke tukde pe
chhota sa mera dil hai
main hu chanda see chhori

najuk dil wwali hu
dekho na tan ke
chhup chhup ke aayi hu
shabanam si banke
najar tu apni rok le
najar tu apni rok le
kahi koi na dekh le
main hu chanda see chhori are chhori
rangat hai meri gori
gaalo pe kala til hai
main hu chanda see chhori

ruk ja dole kahe
yu machali machali
itna to batla ja
o van ki titli
gulo se kahe door hai
gulo se kahe door hai
nashe mein kiske chur hai
gori tere mukhade pe mukhade pe
is chanda ke tukde pe
chhota sa mera dil hai
main hu chanda see chhori

I am a moon-maiden, a maiden so fair,
My skin, a canvas of ivory air.
A mole of night on my cheek's soft gleam,
Upon your face, a celestial dream.
Upon this moon-kissed, fragmented space,
A heart resides, in a tender embrace.
I am a moon-maiden.

A heart so fragile, in shadows I dwell,
Don't gaze upon me, the secrets I tell.
I come in secret, a dewdrop's guise,
From sun's hot gaze, I must quickly rise.
Restrain your glances, before they roam,
Lest prying eyes should make my spirit moan.
I am a moon-maiden, a maiden so fair,
My skin, a canvas of ivory air.
A mole of night on my cheek's soft gleam,
I am a moon-maiden.

Why do you tremble, in such a fright?
Why do you dart, like a butterfly's flight?
Tell me, before you take your leave,
Why do you shun the flowers' weave?
Why do you stray from the blooming bower?
Intoxicated, at what silent hour?
Upon your face, a celestial dream.
Upon this moon-kissed, fragmented space,
A heart resides, in a tender embrace.
I am a moon-maiden.