Chandramukhi,
Chandramukhi,
Without knowing you,
Without seeing you,
Just took I the pains,
The pains,
Chandramukhi.
A maiden from far,
You going away,
Tears falling down the cheeks
And they taking you away,
Chandramukhi,
Chandramukhi,
Are you my lost love?
A maiden just like the moon,
Moon-faced and beautiful,
Slim and fairly tall
Just like a white jasmine
Or the milky white full moon
With the beauty spot on the forehead
And shy.
Chandramukhi,
Chandramukhi,
My love,
My hear still aches for,
Aches for you,
Chandramukhi,
Are you my lost love?
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