Babul (1950 Film) - Music

Music

Babul
Soundtrack album by Naushad
Released 1950
Genre Feature film soundtrack
Naushad chronology
Dulari
(1949)
Babul
(1950)
Dastan
(1950)

The score and a soundtrack of fifteen songs was composed by Naushad and lyrics penned by Shakeel Badayuni. The songs were mostly about the joys and pains of love in the film is closely connected to the dialogue. The best known song in the film Chod Babul Ka Ghar (literally meaning Now you must leave your father’s house), is performed when a newly-married girl departs from her maternal home and village. The lovesong Nadi Kinare (On the bank of a river) is performed by Ashok and Usha and a group of boatmen.

Track # Song Singer(s) Length
1 Duniya Badal Gayi Talat Mahmood, Shamshad Begum 3:30
2 Dhadke Mera Dil Shamshad Begum 3:37
3 Chhod Babul Ka Ghar Shamshad Begum 3:15
4 Kisi Ke Dil Men Rahna Tha Shamshad Begum, Lata Mangeshkar 3:37
5 Lagan More Man Ki Lata Mangeshkar, Munawar Sultana 3:12
6 Mera Jeevan Saathi Bichhad Gaya Talat Mahmood 3:40
7 Milte Hi Ankhen Dil Hua Diwana Shamshad Begum, Talat Mahmood 3:11
8 Panchhi Ban Mein Lata Mangeshkar 3:03
9 Husn Walon Ko Na Dil Do Talat Mahmood 3:31
10 Jadoo Bhare Nainon Men Shamshad Begum, Dilip Kumar 3:29
11 Nadi Kinare
12 Babul
13 Na Socha Tha Yeh

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