mere mehboob mere mehboob
mere mehboob mujhko tu itna bata
mere mehboob mujhko tu itna bata
main kawaara marunga ya shaadhi shuda
main kawaara marunga ya shaadhi shuda
na kawaara mare na tu shaadi shuda
na kawaara mare na tu shaadi shuda
bich mein tujhko latkaake rakh de khuda
bich mein tujhko latkaake rakh de khuda

tum aurat jaat ho jaalim tumhaari jaat mein chakkar
tum aurat jaat ho jaalim tumhaari jaat mein chakkar
tumhaare din mein chakkar hai tumhaari raat mein chakkar
ho chakram hoon ke khaata hoon teri har baat mein chakkar
kabhi jasbaat chakkar mein kabhi jasbaat mein chakkar
inn tere chakkaron se bachaaye khuda
inn tere chakkaron se bachaaye khuda
main kawaara marunga ya shaadhi shuda
main kawaara marunga ya shaadhi shuda
na kawaara mare na tu shaadi shuda
na kawaara mare na tu shaadi shuda
bich mein tujhko latkaake rakh de khuda
bich mein tujhko latkaake rakh de khuda

aa aa hamaare chaahane waale bade rangin milte hai
hamaare chaahane waale bade rangin milte hai
mohabbat se nahin waakib tamaashaabin milte hai
are dil phenk hamse ishq ka izhaar karta hai
hamein maalum hai tujhase take ke sin milte hai
jiske tum na khuda uska haafiz khuda
jiske tum na khuda uska haafiz khuda
bich mein tujhko latkaake rakh de khuda
bich mein tujhko latkaake rakh de khuda
mere mehboob mujhko tu itna bata
mere mehboob mujhko tu itna bata
main kawaara marunga ya shaadhi shuda
main kawaara marunga ya shaadhi shuda

chali aaogi tum khinchkar main aisa haal kar dunga
chali aaogi tum khinchkar main aisa haal kar dunga
tere maike ko jor-e-ishq se sauraal kar dunga
agar ban jaaogi meri toh maalaamaal kar dunga
agar thukraao toh bewafa kangaal kar dunga
ha ha kangaal kar dunga

teri kismat ka aanchal phaadkar rumaal kar dunga
teri kismat ka aanchal phaadkar rumaal kar dunga
tere bangle ko dekar badduwa main chaal kar dunga
ha ha ha chaal kar dunga
tere kuche mein kuche mein aage kya tha bhala are haan
tere kuche mein paida iss tarah bhuchaal kar dunga
ki dehraadun ko main waadiye gadwaal kar dunga
aji gadwaal kar dunga

tere baaba pe apna jor istemaal kar dunga
tamacha ek tamacha do tamache maarkar
main gaal usake laal kar dunga
main ik dum cash khaakar jindagi baamaal kar dunga
lagaaunga jo main thokar use footbaal kar dunga
use footbaal kar dunga
agar kuchh bhi na kar paaya toh itana yaad rakh jaalim
tere baaba ki baaba ki baaba ki
teri baaba ki mehfil mein main bhuk hadtaal kar dunga
bhuk hadtaal kar dunga bhuk hadtaal kar dunga

lekin chhoti si ek arj hai ke chori chori khila dena halawa jara
ho chori chori khila dena halawa jara
main kawaara marunga ya shaadhi shuda
main kawaara marunga marunga marunga marunga

My beloved, my beloved,
Tell me this, my love, I pray,
Will I die unwed, or wedded be?
May I not die unwed, nor you be wed,
But in between, may God suspend you, instead.
In between, may God suspend you, instead.

You, a woman, a cruel race, in your orbit I spin,
Day and night, your world, a dizzying din.
I am dazed, a fool, caught in your every whim,
Lost in the whirl of feeling, again and again.
From your games, may God deliver me,
From your games, may God deliver me.
Will I die unwed, or wedded be?
May I not die unwed, nor you be wed,
But in between, may God suspend you, instead.

Ah, my admirers, so vibrant, a colorful array,
My admirers, so vibrant, come into my day.
Unversed in love, they are mere spectators, they say,
The heartless ones, of love they make display.
I know what you are, you get a scene, a pittance, one day.
Whose God is not you, God is their keeper, they pray.
In between, may God suspend you, instead.
My beloved, my beloved,
Tell me this, my love, I pray,
Will I die unwed?

I'll make you come running to me, I swear,
I'll make you come running to me, I swear.
With the force of love, your home, I'll make into my lair.
If you become mine, riches I will share,
If you refuse, impoverished you will bear.
Ha! Impoverished, to despair.

Tear your destiny's veil, and make a handkerchief of it, I'll dare,
Curse your mansion, to ruins you will fare,
Ha! To ruins, to despair.
In your lane, in your lane, what follows, yes,
In your lane, money, I'll cause an earthquake there,
Dehradun, I'll turn into a valley of despair.
Ah, valley of despair.

On your father, my power I'll employ,
A slap, a slap, two slaps, to destroy,
His cheeks, I'll make crimson, to annoy.
I will eat the cash, to spoil, to enjoy,
The kick I take, I'll make into a football's ploy,
Into a football, to deploy.
If I fail in all, remember, cruel one,
Your father, your father, your father, gone,
In your father's house, I'll hunger strike, alone.
Hunger strike, hunger strike.

But one small plea, a small request,
Steal me halwa, when I am blessed,
Oh, steal me halwa, for my soul to rest.
Will I die unwed, or wedded be?
Will I die unwed, die, die, die, die?