mehbuba mehbuba meri mehbuba
mehbuba meri mehbuba
jabse tujhe dekha hai, jabse tujhe chaaha hai
kuch hosh nahi duniya ka mehbuba meri mehbuba
jabse tujhe dekha hai, jabse tujhe chaaha hai
kuch hosh nahi duniya ka, mehbuba meri mehbuba

shaayar jo tujhe dekhe toh gajal kah daale
shaayar jo tujhe dekhe toh gajal kah daale
tujhe husn ka jinda tajmahal kah daale
bijali ki chamak suraj ki damak hai noor tei aankho ka
mehbuba, mehbuba meri mehbuba
jabse tujhe dekha hai, jabse tujhe chaaha hai
kuch hosh nahi duniya ka, mehbuba meri mehbuba

teri julf ke khaatir baag khilaaye kaliya
tu gujare jaha se jannat hai woh galiya
phulon ki mehak bulbul ki chehak
har shay mein tera hai charcha
mehbuba, mehbuba meri mehbuba
jabse tujhe dekha hai, jabse tujhe chaaha hai
kuch hosh nahi duniya ka, mehbuba meri mehbuba

bhule se agar tu shaam ko baahar aaye
bhule se agar tu shaam ko baahar aaye
kya chand ki jurat hai jo nikalne paaye
dekhe jo tujhe hairat se kahe yeh chand hai kis duniya ka
mehbuba, mehbuba meri mehbuba
jabse tujhe dekha hai, jabse tujhe chaaha hai
kuch hosh nahi duniya ka, mehbuba meri mehbuba
mehbuba meri mehbuba, mehbuba meri mehbuba

Beloved, my Beloved, oh my Beloved,
Beloved, my Beloved.
Since first I saw you, since first I yearned,
This world, its senses lost, my Beloved, my Beloved.
Since first I saw you, since first I yearned,
This world, its senses lost, my Beloved, my Beloved.

A poet, beholding you, would pour forth a ghazal,
A poet, beholding you, would pour forth a ghazal,
And name you the living Taj of beauty,
The flash of lightning, the sun's own gleam, light from your eyes.
Beloved, Beloved, oh my Beloved,
Since first I saw you, since first I yearned,
This world, its senses lost, my Beloved, my Beloved.

For your tresses, gardens bloom with flowers,
Where you walk, paradise graces the streets.
The fragrance of blossoms, the song of the nightingale,
In all things, your whisper echoes,
Beloved, Beloved, oh my Beloved,
Since first I saw you, since first I yearned,
This world, its senses lost, my Beloved, my Beloved.

If, by chance, you step forth at eventide,
If, by chance, you step forth at eventide,
What courage has the moon, to dare arise?
Gazing at you, in awe, they'd ask, from what world is this moon born?
Beloved, Beloved, oh my Beloved,
Since first I saw you, since first I yearned,
This world, its senses lost, my Beloved, my Beloved.
Beloved, my Beloved, oh my Beloved.