Aane se us ke aaye bahaar
Jaane se us ke jaaye bahar
Baṛee mastaanee hai meree mehboobaa
Meree zindaganee hai meree mehboobaa
Gunagunaae aise jaise
Bajate ho ghungroo kahee pe
Aake parvato se jaise
Girtaa ho jharanaa zamee pe
Jharanȯ kee mauj hai wo
Maujo kee ravaanee hai
Meree mehboobaa
Meri zindagani hai…
Ban savar ke nikale aae
Saavan kaa jab jab maheenaa
Har koee ye samajhe
hogee vo koee chachal haseenaa
Puchho to kaun hai vo
rut ye suhaanee hai meri mehbooba
Meri zindagani hai…
When she comes, she comes as the springtime, when she leaves, the springtime leaves. My beloved is so mischievous, but she is my life, she is my beloved.
She hums and it sounds either like a musical sound coming from somewhere or like the whisper of a waterfall from the heavens. She is like a wave in a stream and she is the gracefulness of the wave itself.
She adorns with care and goes away whenever the rainy months come by. Everyone sees her as a mischievous beauty. If you ask who she is, I will tell you that she is the pleasant season of springtime. That is who is my beloved!
Jeene Ki Raah(1969), Mohammed Rafi
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