Mere Mehboob Qayamat Hogi (Lyrics and translation)

Song Title:                 Mere Mehboob Qayamat Hogi
Movie Name:            Mr. X in Bombay (1964)
Actor(s):                    Kishore Kumar, Kum Kum
Singers:                      Kishore Kumar
Music Director(s):    Laxmikant Pyarelal
Lyricist(s):                Anand Bakshi
Categories:                Sad, Suspense

Mere mehboob qayamat hogi
Aaj rusva teri galiyon mein mohabbat hogi

Naam niklega tera hi lab se

Jaan jab iss dil-e-nakam se rukhsat hogi

Mere mehboob qayamat hogi

Aaj rusva teri galiyon mein mohabbat hogi

Mere sanam ke dar se agar
Baad-e-sabha ho tera guzar

Kehna sitamgar kuchh hai khabar

Tera naam liya jab tak bhi jiya ae shamma tera parwana

Jisse ab tak tujhe nafrat hogi

Aaj rusva teri galiyon mein mohabbat hogi

Mere mehboob…

Mere mehboob qayamat hogi
Aaj rusva teri galiyon mein mohabbat hogi

Meri nazrein to gila karti hain

Tere dil ko bhi sanam tujhse shikayat hogi

Mere mehboob…

Teri gali mein aata sanam
Nagma wafa ka gaata sanam

Tujhse suna na jaata sanam

Phir aaj idhar aaya hoon magar yeh kehne mein deewana

Khatam bas aaj yeh wehshat hogi

Aaj rusva teri galiyon mein mohabbat hogi

Mere mehboob…

Meri tarah tu aahen bhare
Tu bhi kisise pyar kare

Aur rahe voh tujhse parey

Toone o sanam dhaye hain sitam toh yeh tu bhool na jaana

Ki na tujhpe bhi inayat hogi

Aaj rusva teri galiyon mein mohabbat hogi

Mere mehboob . . .

-----Meanings of some of the Hindi / Urdu words used above-------

mehboob = beloved

qayamat = apocalypse

rusva = disgrace
dil-e-nakam = broken heart
rukhsat = departure
dar = door
baad-e-sabha = morning breeze
guzar = pass by

sitamgar = oppressor

shamma = flame (lady love)

parwana = moth (male lover, like the fatal attraction of the moth to the flame, the lover smitten by love is driven to the point of self-destruction in his attempt to get closer to his beloved)

nafrat = hate

gila = accusation

shikayat = complaint

wehshat = horror

inaayat = kindness

-------------------------- English translation ------------------------------------------------

My beloved, expect apocalypse;
today love will be disgraced in your streets.
Only your name will emerge from my lips,
when life departs from this broken heart.
My beloved, expect apocalypse;
today love will be disgraced in your streets.

My beloved’s door if, O morning breeze you pass,
tell my oppressor “Do you have any idea,
your name, o flame, as long as he lived, called out your moth,
whom you may hate even now;
today love will be disgraced in your streets,
my beloved . . .

My beloved, expect apocalypse;
today love will be disgraced in your streets.
My eyes do look accusingly, but
even your heart will have complaints against you.
my beloved . . .

To your streets I could have come dear,
songs of faithfulness I could have sung dear,
and you wouldn’t bear listening;
but today I have come here, crazy me, to tell you,
this horror will certainly end today;
today love will be disgraced in your streets,
my beloved . . .

Like I do, may you also sigh longingly,
may you also love somebody, and
may that person stay away from you;
You have, o dear, tortured me so much, but
this you shouldn’t forget,
that even you will not be dealt with kindness.
today love will be disgraced in your streets,
my beloved . . .