Friday, June 5, 2020

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

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