ek mahbuba ek mahbub tha ek dusre me pyar bhi khub tha
utri thi hasina jaise aasman se boli azmane ko nojawan se
maa ka dil nikal kar jab tum
laoge mera pahla pahla pyar tab tum paoge
ek mahbuba ek mahbub tha ek dusre me pyar bhi khub tha

husn ke diwane ka dekho to hosla
chir ke sina ma ka dil nikal kar chala
gir pada wo raste me thokar jo
khai girte hi ma ke dil se awaz ye aayi
chot to nahi aayi tujhko aye mere
raz phul si ja hai teri tu rakhna apna khyal
jaldi se dil leke mera ja tu uske
pas hone wali bahu meri hogi tanha udas
ek mahbuba ek mahbub tha ek dusre me pyar bhi khub tha

mane apne khun se jis podhe ko
sicha kat diya us podhe ne ghar ka hi bagicha
pyar pe hak hai patni ka to ma bhi hai hakdar ek hi daman me
na bhare koi apna sara pyar
ladke biwi ki bas baho me jhul ke
aaj kal ke bete baithe maa ko bhul ke
aaj kal ke bete baithe maa ko bhul ke maa ko bhul ke
maa ko bhul ke maa ko bhul ke

A Beloved, a Lover, and a love that bloomed,
Like stars descending, beauty consumed.
She spoke, to test his youthful, eager heart,
"When your mother's heart you tear apart,
And bring it here, my love, a crimson prize,
Then, and only then, you'll see my eyes."
A Beloved, a Lover, and a love that bloomed.

The devotee of beauty, his courage bold,
Tore open his mother, a story untold.
He ran, he stumbled, a fall he took,
From the heart he held, a voice gently spoke:
"My son, are you hurt? My precious, fragile bloom,
Guard yourself, my love, escape the gloom.
Quickly, my heart, now take it hence,
My future daughter-in-law, in lonely suspense."
A Beloved, a Lover, and a love that bloomed.

The plant she nurtured, with blood and with tears,
Cut down the garden, fueled by the years.
A wife's right to love, a mother's claim too,
Let no one hoard love, let it see us through.
The sons now sway in their wives' embrace,
Forgetting their mothers, in time and space.
Forgetting their mothers, in shadows they dwell,
Forgetting their mothers, a silent farewell.