Deva murare

Deva murare

Translated by

P.R.Ramachander

Deva Murare, Deva  Murare ,

Deva Murare  Deva hare,

Raga  manohara vannalum

Thava  Radhikayaanu Vilikkunnen

Oh God who killed Mura, oh God who killed Mura

OH God  who killed Mura, Oh GGGod Vishnu

Oh Pretty  Raga  please come

Your Radha  is calling you

ThamasamenthiniNandakumara

Thamarsasanana Sukumaraa

Rasakala  virutheriya,ninnde

Radhikayaanu  vilikunnen

Why   this delay  , son of Nanda

Oh pretty one   who has lotus like face

Your expert  in art of Rasa kreeda

Your Radha  is calling you

Thamara malarukal vaadaarayi

Thaaraa malarukal  viriyaarayi

Rathimanohara nin Muralirava,

Radhikayaanu vilikunnen

It is time for lotus flowers to fade

It is time that flower like stars to open

Oh pretty one of love,Your sound of Flute

Radha is calling you

Tharalatharam, mama pada chalanathinnu,

Thaalamidunnoru   venu karaa

Ravum pakalum  ninne ninakkum,

Radhikayaanu   vilikkunnen

You are like the great waves to movement of my feet

Oh Lord carrying  flute, who keeps beat

She who thinks about you  night and day,

Your Radha  is calling you

Neyathinkara Vaazhum Kanna

(Oh Krishna  who lives in Neyathinkara)

Neyathin kara  Vaazhum  Krishnaa, nin munniloru

Nei vilakkavavatte  yende  janmam

Kanninnu  kannaya   unnikku  thiru mumbil

Karpooramavatte yende  janmam

OOmkara muzhankunna paikale  meykkuvaan

Oro manassilum  nee  varunnu

Ninde  pullankuzhal paattil prapanjam,

Nandini  pasuvai  theerunnu

Oh Krishna  who lives  in neyyathinkara, in front of you,

Let my life be   a ghee lamp,

Before the greatest   darling child ,

Let my life   become  a camphor

When you are herding cows, where sound of Om booms

In every  mind you are coming

In  the song of your flute, this world,

Becomes   a Nandini  cow

Akidu  churathumen jeevannu nee moksha-

Karukanaambekumo, kanna

Kaayaampoo  thozhum  mukil varna

To my life which makes the udders  fill with milk,

Would you become one  who mils it,

Oh God of colour of cloud and saluted by  Kayammpoo

Govardhanamayi  manninde   dukham

Nin viral thumbaal  uyarthunnu,

Ninde  mandasmitha  kuliril prapanjam

Nithya vasanthamayi  theerunnu

Thozhuthu  nilkunna ore jeevannu  nee oru

Thiri velicham tharu  kanna, thamaratharithal  kanna

When our sorrow becomes  like  Govardhana mountain,

You  lift it by the tip of your fingers

This world in the cool of your slow smile

Becames the forever  spring

To this soul which is   saluting you,

Please give the light of which, Krishna whose  eyes are like petals of lotus