Iniyonnu Paadu (From ''Golanthara Vaartha'') - K. J. Yesudas Übersetzung ins Englische

Iniyonnu Paadu (From ''Golanthara Vaartha'')

Iniýonnu Paadoo Hrudaýame
En Panimathi Munniludichuvallo
Iniýonnu Paadoo Hrudaýame
En Panimathi Munniludichuvallo
Shishira Nilaavin Pudava Chutti
En Shashilekha Kaivilakkenthi Nilpoo
Iniýonnu Paadoo Hrudaýame
Alasa Manonjamaval Varumpol
Velli Kolussukal Padukaýaaý
Thanka Valakal Chirikkukaýaaý
Alasa Manonjamaval Varumpol
Velli Kolussukal Padukaýaaý
Thanka Valakal Chirikkukaýaaý
Pirikalaaý Pinniýa Churulmudi Kaankeýen
Arimulla Pookkukaýaaý
Ente Arimulla Pookkukaýaaý
Iniýonnu Paadoo Hrudaýame
En Panimathi Munniludichuvallo
Shishira Nilaavin Pudava Chutti
En Shashilekha Kaivilakkenthi Nilpoo
Iniýonnu Paadoo Hrudaýame
Oru Veliýettathilen Hrudaýam
Vellithirakalilaadukaýaaý
Thappum Thudiýumaaý Paadukaýaaý
Oru Veliýettathilen Hrudaýam
Vellithirakalilaadukaýaaý
Thappum Thudiýumaaý Paadukaýaaý
Pulakitha ýamini Malarankanathilen
Kuýilukal Paadukaýaaý
Ente Kuýilukal Paadukaýaaý
Iniýonnu Paadoo Hrudaýame
En Panimathi Munniludichuvallo
Shishira Nilaavin Pudava Chutti
En Shashilekha Kaivilakkenthi Nilpoo
Iniýonnu Paadoo Hrudaýame

Sing Once More (From "Golanthara Vaartha")

Sing once more, my heart,
Before my beloved.
Sing once more, my heart,
Before my beloved.
Wearing the winter moon's silken shawl,
My Shashilekha stands with hands outstretched.
Sing once more, my heart,
When the languid beauty approaches,
Silver anklets adorning her feet,
Golden bangles laughing on her wrists.
When the languid beauty approaches,
Silver anklets adorning her feet,
Golden bangles laughing on her wrists.
I see curly tresses, like a swarm of black bees,
A fragrant flower she is,
My fragrant flower she is.
Sing once more, my heart,
Before my beloved.
Wearing the winter moon's silken shawl,
My Shashilekha stands with hands outstretched.
Sing once more, my heart,
In the courtyard of light, my heart,
Dances on silver sands,
Singing a melody of mistakes and regrets.
In the courtyard of light, my heart,
Dances on silver sands,
Singing a melody of mistakes and regrets.
In the thrilled darkness, beneath the moonlight,
Nightingales sing,
My nightingales sing.
Sing once more, my heart,
Before my beloved.
Wearing the winter moon's silken shawl,
My Shashilekha stands with hands outstretched.
Sing once more, my heart,