mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho
mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho
shayar ke is sher pe, tali pad gayi ho
aashiq ko is chhed pe gali pad gayi ho
mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho
ho ho mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho

do roz agar ham mil na sake
baago me phul bhi khil na sake
do roz agar ham mil na sake
baago me phul bhi khil na sake
bin mere tujhko kaise laga
bin tere mujhko aise laga
jaise sari bhri duniya
khali khali pad gayi ho
mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho
ho ho mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho

kis raat banegi tu dulhan
kis raat banegi tu dulhan
kis roz bajegi shahnai
shahnai bajne se pahle
dil tod na dena harjai
tere pyar me main ek ladki
o bholi bhali pad gayi ho
mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho
mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho

kya baat hui tu ruth gayi
shishe ki botal tut gayi
kuchh bhi to nahi khayal kiya
ye dekh mera kya haal kiya
mere galo pe ho tere hontho ki
lali pad gayi ho
mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho
shayar ke is sher pe, tali pad gayi ho
aashiq ko is chhed pe gali pad gayi ho
mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho
mere chand ko chand ne dekha
chandni kali pad gayi ho

My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.
My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.
At this poet's verse, applause was cast,
At this lover's plea, a curse amassed.
My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.
Oh, my moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.

If we should part for just two days,
The gardens’ blooms would lose their ways.
If we should part for just two days,
The gardens’ blooms would lose their ways.
Without me, how did you then feel?
Without you, my heart was steel.
As if the world, once overflowing,
Empty, hollow, now was showing.
My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.
Oh, my moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.

On which night will you be a bride?
On which day will the music glide?
On which night will you be a bride?
On which day will the music glide?
Before the wedding music plays,
Don’t break my heart in all your ways.
In your love, I, a maiden frail,
Lost, bewildered, met the gale.
My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.
My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.

What transpired, that you took flight?
A glass bottle shattered in the night.
You gave no thought to what you'd done,
See how my life has now become.
Upon my cheeks, your lips' soft stain,
A crimson flush, a mark of pain.
My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.
At this poet's verse, applause was cast,
At this lover's plea, a curse amassed.
My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.
My moon, observed by the moon,
And moonlight dimmed in mournful swoon.