Movie: Ishaqzaade
Music: Amit Trivedi
Lyrics: Kausar Munir
Singer: Shreya Ghoshal
Jis ka aana jigar pe lagaaye chot
Jis ke jaane se bomb phate, atom bomb,
ho jaaye bisphot
Aashiqon ki hai shamat, ya aafat hai
Chaand baby hai aayi, qayamat hai..
Whose coming makes an impact on heart*
with whose name a bomb goes off, atom bomb,
and there is an explosion..
There is a problem for lovers, or a trouble..
Chaand baby (moon girl) has come, it's (like an) apocalypse..
Aashiqon mein jis ka title Titanic
O aashiqon main jis ka title Titanic
Mua kinara dikha kar ke duba de gaya
Jhalla, mera aashiq jhalla wallah
Mera balma jhalla wallah
Mera jhalla wallah wallah
the one whose title is titanic among lovers,
the damned guy showed the edge and drowned (me)..
mad, my lover is mad,
my beloved is mad, o god,
o god, o god, my mad (lover)..
Humne samjha tha golden jubilee jise
Haye samjha tha golden jubilee jise
Woh to matinee dekha kar ke chumma le gaya
I thought of whom as a golden jubilee (film)
He just showed the matinee show and kissed (on the cheek)
Jhalla mera aashiq jhalla wallah
Mera balma jhalla wallah
Mera jhalla wallah wallah
Mehfil sajjano ki.. gentlllle-man'o ki..
Mehfil sajjano ki gentleman'o ki hai..
Beuda koi ho jaaye to aaye maza
Nazron se peene mein kya gunah hai
Bakhuda kaise peete ho rooh afshan
Jiss lover ki khabar paperon mein hai
Dil ki breaking news uss ko sunaaye koi
Kaise nazar ki kamar ka ratta lage
Iss ko meri geometry dikhaaye koi
A gathering of good people, of gentlemen,
It's a gathering of the good, gentlemen,
If someone goes drunk then there will be fun,
what's wrong in drinking with eyes,
how else do you drink rooh afshan (Rooh Afza is a popular rose-flavored drink)
The lover whose story is there is newspapers,
Someone tell him the breaking news pf (my) heart..
How to memorize the waist size of eyes,
Someone show him my geometry too..
Jhalla mera aashiq jhalla wallah
Mera balma jhalla wallah
Mera jhalla wallah wallah
Kya bataayein jis ko sanam maan kar shab bhar mare
Haye jis ko sanam maan kar shab bhar mare
Woh kameena subah hote phurr ho gaya
Jis ko mohabbat ka teacher kehte rahe
Woh phateecher ik lessun mein phail ho gaya
Kaske jean-pant gentleman jo bane
Raat bhar paijame se ladta raha
Hum jagaate rahe, dil jalate rahe
Woh jamai rajaai mein lagata raha
What to tell, thinking of him as beloved, I fell for whom all night..
yeah, thinking of him as a beloved, I fell for whom all night,
he flew away as soon as it was morning..
the one I kept calling the teacher of love,
that useless guy failed in a lesson..
one who used to look a gentleman with a tight jeans-pant,
he kept fighting his pyjamas all night..
I kept waking him, kept burning my heart,
he kept on sleeping under the covers..
Jhalla mera aashiq jhalla wallah
Mera balma jhalla wallah
Mera jhalla wallah wallah
Jhalla wallah wallah wallah
Mera hero mera aashiq mera majnoo mera sayiaan
Mera balma wallah haye, mera jhallah wallah haye haye
Hero aashiq jhalla wallah, saiyaan balma jhalla wallah
Jhalla jhalla jhalla wallah
my hero, my lover, my lover, my beloved,
my lover oh god, my mad (idiotic sense) lover,
hero-lover-idiot-oh-god, beloved-lover-idiot-oh-god..
idiot-mad-idiot-o-god..
For the detailed meaning of Jhalla, see THIS POST.
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