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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