Paroles et traduction V Devanand & Jyotsna - Kaathirunna Pennalle

Kaathirunna Pennalle

Hari ramaraja katha padi vannoru ponnu painkili pennalle Hari ramaraja katha padi vannoru ponnu painkili pennalle
Kathirunna pennale.
Kalamereyayille Kathirunna pennale.
Kalamereyayille Mullupole nonthille...
Novilinnu thenalle Vaikivanna ravalle...
Ravilinnu Kuliralle ullilulla pranayam theeyalle Kathirunna pennale.
Kalamereyayille

Pinakkam marannidan
Inakkathilaakuvan podi kumbilum nira cheppodum valam vachu ninne njaan
Anakkattilenthinum
Pidakunna nenjile anikootile ina painkili chilakkunna ketu njan
Manju kollumee indulekhaye maril vaikkuvan neeyille
Oru kunju poovinina
Pole ennarikil ulla tumbiyo neeyille Engengo naanam konde etho mandaram

Manohari radhe radhe
Murariyinnevide penne pinangiyo kannan kanne
Inanguvan chellu chellu mukundande omal chundil
Mulamthandum mooli konde.
Manasinde murikalil ooriya sukhanava geetham pakaran nillu,
Kathirunna pennale.
Kalamereyayille

Urakkam vedinju naam
Irikkunna velayil murikkullile tanuppenthino kothichangu ninnuvo
Nilavinte panthalil kinavinte valliyil
Kurukkuthikal mizhithumpile mayakkam marannuvo
Mele vannoren megha jalame aarumonnume chollille
Naru venna tookumoru yama shangholiyil ninnu kannano njanalle
Njanengo moolum ullil radha sangeetham

Manohari radhe radhe
Murariyinnevide penne
Pinangiyo kannan kanne inanguvan chellu chellu
Mukundande omal chundil
Mulamthandum mooli konde
Manasinde murikalil ooriya sukhanava geetham pakaran nillu,
Kathirunna pennale.
Kalamereyayille Mullupole nonthille...
Novilinnu thenalle Vaikivanna ravalle...
Ravilinnu Kuliralle ullilulla pranayam theeyalle...
Kathirunna pennale.
Kalamereyayille

The Woman Who Was Waiting

The story of Hari Rama Raja was narrated by a beautiful girl, a pain-killing bird. The story of Hari Rama Raja was narrated by a beautiful girl, a pain-killing bird.
The woman who was waiting.
Time did not pass, the woman who was waiting.
Time did not pass, the thorns of pain pierced...
The wounds were not healed, you were the one who brought the medicine...
The coolness of the dawn, the love within me, it did not subside, the woman who was waiting.
Time did not pass

I forgot the pain
In the morning, I would take a small pot of clay, and fill it with your love, and I would stand with you.
I was not worried about anything
In the heart that is filled with your love, the pain-killing bird, chirping, I have become one with you.
You, the one who will erase the line of my love, the ink of my heart.
Like a small flower
Like the drops of dew in the morning, you are there, I don't know where, it's a sweet secret.

Manohari, Radhe, Radhe
Murari, where did you go? You left, my beloved Kannan.
Come, come, Mukundande, your lips are sweet.
You are humming, humming, with a soft melody.
Let me listen to the song of your happiness in the chambers of my heart.
The woman who was waiting.
Time did not pass

The night we spent together
In the silent room, I remember the sound of your footsteps, you were the only one I had.
In the shade of the night, in the vine of dreams
The crows cawed and the eyelids closed, forgetting the pain.
The rain clouds came and went, no one told me anything.
I am not the one who will bring the white nectar of the Yamunaji to you.
The melody of Radha is humming within me.

Manohari, Radhe, Radhe
Murari, where did you go?
You left, my beloved Kannan, come, come
Mukundande, your lips are sweet.
You are humming, humming, with a soft melody.
Let me listen to the song of your happiness in the chambers of my heart.
The woman who was waiting.
Time did not pass, the thorns of pain pierced...
The wounds were not healed, you were the one who brought the medicine...
The coolness of the dawn, the love within me, it did not subside...
The woman who was waiting.
Time did not pass