Song Credits
| Song | Ishq De Fanniyar |
|---|---|
| Album | Fukrey Returns |
| Artist | Jyotica Tangri |
| Musician | Sharib Toshi |
| Lyricist | Kumaar |
| Label | Zee Music Company |
| Actor | Priya Anand, Pulkit Samrat |
Ishq De Fanniyar Female Version Lyrics English Translation | Jyotica Tangri
Ishq De Fanniyar Lad Gaye
The snake-charmers of love have begun to compete for me.
Meri Jaan Ke Pichhe Pad Gaye
They’ve become relentlessly obsessed with me.
Seedhi Laake Dekho Mere
They’ve brought a ladder and, look
Dil Ki Chhat Pe Chadh Gaye
They’ve climbed onto the rooftop of my heart.
Sau Sau Awazein Maare Ankhiyan
My eyes call out to him a hundred times.
Mare Ankhiyan, Mare Ankhiyan
My eyes keep calling, keep calling.
Use Niche Chhat Se Utare Ankhiyan
My eyes try to bring him down from that rooftop.
Utare Ankhiyan, Utare Ankhiyan
They keep coaxing him down, keep coaxing him down.
Sau Sau Awazein Mare Ankhiyan
My eyes call out to him a hundred times.
Ek Uska Naam Pukare
Yet they call only his name.
Sone Rang De Ranjheya
O golden-hued beloved,
Tere Hi Jaise Lagte Hai Saare
Everyone seems to look like you.
Dar Lagta Na Ho Jaaye Yaari
I’m afraid this attachment may turn into love.
Sone Rang De Ranjheya
O golden-hued beloved,
Puch Le Tu Chand Se Ginti Hu Tare
Ask the moon, I count the stars for you.
Dar Lagta Na Ho Jaye Yaari
I’m afraid this attachment may turn into love.
Sone Rang De Ranjheya Ho
O golden-hued beloved.
Use Pakde Kaun Sapera Hai Phan Uske Phurtile
Who could possibly catch him when he’s so quick and elusive?
Woh Tikhi Jeebh Se Gaye Toh Lagte Raag Sureele
When he sings with his sharp tongue, it sounds like a sweet melody.
Use Pakde Kaun Sapera Hai Phan Uske Phurtile
Who could possibly catch him when he’s so quick and elusive?
Woh Tikhi Jeebh Se Gaye To Lagte Raag Sureele
When he sings with his sharp tongue, it sounds like a sweet melody.
Sun Sun Raat Guzare Ankhiyan
My eyes spend the nights listening and waiting.
Ek Uska Naam Pukare
They call only his name.
Sone Rang De Ranjheya
O golden-hued beloved,
Tere Hi Jaise Lagte Hai Saare
Everyone seems to resemble you.
Dar Lagta Na Ho Jaaye Yaari
I fear I might end up falling in love.
Sone Rang De Ranjheya
O golden-hued beloved,
Puch Le Tu Chand Se Ginti Hu Taare
Ask the moon—I count the stars for you.
Dar Lagta Na Ho Jaaye Yaari
I fear I might end up falling in love.
Sone Rang De Ranjheya Ho
O golden-hued beloved.