Paroles et traduction K. S. Chithra - Omanathingal Kidavo

Omanathingal Kidavo

Omana thingal kidavo Nalla komala thamara poovo
Poovil niranja madhuvo Paripoornenthu thande nilaavo
Puthan pavizha kodiyo Cheru thathakal konjum mozhiyo
Chaanjaadi aadum mayilo Mrudu panjamam paadum kuyilo
Thullumillamaan kidaavo Shobha kollunnorannakkodiyo
Eeshwaran thanna nidhiyo Parameshwariyenthum kiliyo
Paarijathathin thaliro Ende bhaagyadrumathin phalamo
Vaalsalya ratnathe vaypan Mama vechoru kanjanacheppo
Drishtikku vechoramrutho Kooriruttathu vecha vilakko
Keerthilathakkulla vitho Ennum Keduvarathulla mutho
Arthithimiram kalavaan Ulla Maarthaanda devaprabhayo
Sookthiyil kanda porulo Athi Sookshamaam Veenaaravamo
Vambicha santhoshavalli Thande Kombathil pootha poovalli
Pichakathin malarchendo Naavi Nnicha nalkum nall kalkando
Kasthoori thande manamo Nalla Sathukalkkulla gunamo
Poomanamettoru kaatto Ettam Ponnillkalarnnoru maatto
Kaachikurukiya paalo Nalla Gandhamezhum pani neero
Nanma vilayum nilamo Bahu Dharmmangal vaazhum gruhamo
Daaham kalayum jalamo Maarga Khedam kalayum thanalo
Vaadaatha mallikappoovo Njaanum Thedi vechulla dhanamo
Kaninnu nalla kaniyo Mama Kaivanna chinthaamaniyo
Laavanya punya nadiyo Unni Kaarvarnnan thande kaniyo
Lakshmee bhagavathi thande Thiru Nettimelita kuriyo
Ennunnikrishnanu janicho Paari Lingane vesham dharicho
Padmanabhan than krupayo Ini Bhaagyam varunna vazhiyo

My Precious Moonbeam

Like the moonbeam, you shine, my love, a gentle and tender lotus bloom,
A flower filled with sweet nectar, a moon that fulfills my life's gloom.
Like a vibrant festival banner, with words whispered softly and low,
A peacock dancing with joy, a nightingale's melody that flows.
My moonbeam, ever radiant, with a beauty that outshines crores of stars,
A treasure bestowed by God, my Goddess, who ends all my wars.
Like the celestial Parijata's bloom, the fruit of my fortunate tree,
You fill my life with love's gem, my golden chain, setting me free.
Your sight is the elixir of life, a cool and comforting light,
A melody within the garland of fame, a pearl of endless might.
You dispel the darkness of ignorance, like the sun's divine ray,
The essence of sacred hymns, subtle and profound, come what may.
You are the vine of happiness, a flower blossoming on my tree,
Spreading the fragrance of love, promising good fortune for you and me.
Your heart is like fragrant musk, filled with virtues, pure and true,
A golden thread of love, a pattern woven just for you.
Like the milk of a divine cow, water scented with sweet perfume,
You are the moon where goodness resides, a home where virtues bloom.
Like water that quenches thirst, a shade that protects from the sun's glare,
You are the unwavering jasmine, a treasure beyond compare.
You are the apple of my eye, my wish-fulfilling gem so bright,
A river of beauty and virtue, the dark-hued Lord's radiant light.
You are Goddess Lakshmi herself, a parrot perched upon her hand,
My eternal Krishna, disguised as Lord Shiva, across the land.
Padmanabha's grace upon us, a path to fortune we shall tread,