Paroles et traduction Kamal Haasan - Kadhal Piriyamal

Kadhal Piriyamal

Kaadhal pryamal kavidhai donhadhu
Kaviin thiru attile
Pookkal ashyamal
Kanis donhadhu
Kodein varalakile

Ennai kaviyays seyvaya illai
Kaniays seyvaya
Babbi podum bhavaiye

Kaadhal pryamal kavidhai donhadhu
Kaviin thiru attile
Pookkal ashyamal
Kanis donhadhu
Kodein varalakile

Ennai kaviyays seyvaya illai
Kaniays seyvaya
Babbi podum bhavaiye

Nayaki ennai ningyatale
Vidu vellichodip pochu
Narpuram khannir sunandathanale
Kattil divak achu

Manamakum munbu gannan nanae
Manaman binbu ramanthane
Adi sitai nee sonnal
Ind raman diklipeine
Ille kasaril uir kalapane...

Kanbhane ellaam pigus endu kondal
Vaazha mudiyadhu pennae
Gairus ellaam bambenak khandal
Kangal urangadhu kanne
En porviotu undhan rattham
En gangalotu khannir teppam
Valiotu tanneer nirkuma
Uyir neengi udal nirkuma
Undan utal thiruma aa... aa...

Kaadhal pryamal kavidhai donhadhu
Kaviin thiru attile
Pookkal ashyamal
Kanis donhadhu
Kodein varalakile

Ennai kaviyays seyvaya illai
Kaniays seyvaya
Babbi potum bhavaiye... e...

Love's First Taste

Love's first taste isn't a poem, my love,
It's in the poet's sacred space,
Flowers aren't imperishable,
They wither, my darling,
In the folds of time.

Don't make me a poet, my dear,
Make me a fruit,
A fruit that you would savor.

Love's first taste isn't a poem, my love,
It's in the poet's sacred space,
Flowers aren't imperishable,
They wither, my darling,
In the folds of time.

Don't make me a poet, my dear,
Make me a fruit,
A fruit that you would savor.

My beloved pinched me playfully,
Leaving a white mark,
The temple of my back, cool with sweat,
Became a bed.

Before us, many were lovers, my sweet,
After us, many will love,
You said it was a lie, my love,
This love is like a sudden eclipse,
Life blooms in an barren land...

If everything is seen as sin, my darling,
Life cannot be lived, my love,
If everything is seen as poison,
Eyes cannot sleep, my beloved,
Your blood flows in my veins,
Tears flow like a river in my heart,
Pain mixes with my breath,
Life leaves, the body remains,
Let your body tremble, oh... oh...

Love's first taste isn't a poem, my love,
It's in the poet's sacred space,
Flowers aren't imperishable,
They wither, my darling,
In the folds of time.

Don't make me a poet, my dear,
Make me a fruit,
A fruit that you would savor... oh...