Текст и перевод песни Gayathri Girish - Thaye Yasoda Raga Todi Tala Adi

Thaye Yasoda Raga Todi Tala Adi

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

TayalE kELaDi undan paiyannai pOlavE inda
Vayyagattil oru piLLai ammamma nAn kaNDadillai

KAlinil shilambu konjak-kaivaLai kulunga muttu mAlaigaL asaiyat-teru vAsalil vandaan
KAlashaiyum kaiyashaiyum tALAmODisaindu vara nIlavaNNak kaNNanivan narttanamaaDinaan
BAlanenru tAvi aNaittEn aNaitta ennai mAlaiyiTTavan pOl vAyil muttamiTTaaNDi
BAlanallaDi un maghan jAlam migha seyyum kriSNan nAlu pErgal kETka colla nANamigha lAgudaDi

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

Anroru nAL inda vazhi vanda virundivarum ayarndu paDutturangum pOdinilE-kaNNan
Tinradu pOgak kaiyyil irunda vaNNaiyai anda virundinar vAyil niraittu maraindananE anda
Nindai mighu pazhi ingE pAvamangE enrapaDi cintai migha nondiDavum seyya taghumO
Nanda gOparkkinda vidam anda mighu piLLai pera nalla tavam seidAraDi enna sheivOmaDi

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

VeNNai veNNai tarum enrAn veNNai tandAl tinruviTTu peNNai tArum enru kETTu kaNNaDikkirAn
VaNamAi niruttam Adi maNNinaip padattAl Etrik kaNNIlE iraittu viTTu kaLavADinAn
PaNNIshaiyum kuzhalUdinAn kETTU ninra paNBilE arugil vandu vambungaL sheidAn
PeNNinattukkenru vanda puNNiyangaL kOTIi kOTi eNNI unakkAghumaDi kaNNImaiyAip pOgudaDi

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

MundAnAL andi nErattil sondamuDan kittE vandu vindalgaL palavum sheidu viLaiyADinAn
PandaLavAgilum veNNai tandAl viDuvEnenru mundukilai toTTizhuttup pOrADinAn
Anda vAsudEvan ivan tAn aDi yashOdE maindanenat toTTizhuttu maDimEl vaittEn vaittAl
Sundara mukhattai kaNDu cintai mayangunEram antara vaikuNTHamODu ellAm kATTinAn

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

ThottililE piLLai kiLLi vittathum avai alaRa
Vitta kaariyam agala veNNai thinRaan!
Kattina kanRai avizhththu ettiyum oLiththu vittu
Mattilaath thumbai kazhuththil maattik koNdaan!
Vittu vittu ammE enRaan kanRinaip pOlE
Attiyillaadha maadum ammaa enRathE!
Kittina kuvaLaiyOdum ettinaal un selva magan!
Pattiyil kaRavaiyidam paalai ootturaan adee!

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

ChuRRi chuRRi ennai vanthu aththai veettu vazhi kEttaan
Siththaththukku ettum varaiyil solli ninREn
Aththudan vittaanO paarum aaththankarai vazhi kEttaan
Aththanaiyum sollivittu ninREn
Viththagamaai onRu kEttaan - naaNamaaguthE!
Muththaththukku vazhi kEttu saththam ittaaNdee
Aththanai idam koduththu meththavum vaLarththu vittaai!
Iththanai avanaich chollak kuththam illaiyeyadee!

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

VeNNai veNNai thaarum enRaan! VeNNai thanthaal thinRu vittu
PeNNaith thaarum enRu kaNNadikkiraan!
VaNNamai niruththamaadi maNNinaip paathaththaal eRRik
KaNNilE iraiththu vittuk kaLavaadinaan!
PaNN isaiyum kuzhal oothinaan- kEttu ninRa
PaNbilE arugil vanthu vambugaL seithaan!
PeNNinaththukku enRu vantha puNNIyangaL kOdi kOdi
ENNi unakku aagumadi- kaNNIyaamaaip pOguthadee!

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

MunthaanaL anthi nEraththil sontham udan kittE vanthu
VinthaigaL anEgam seithu viLaiyaadinaan- oru
PanthaLavaagilum veNNai thanthaal viduvEn enRu
Munthugilaith thottizhuththup pOraadinaan
Antha vaasudhEvan ivan thaan adi yasOdhE!
Mainthan enRu thottu izhuththu madi mEl vaiththEn vaiththaal
Sundara mugaththaik kaNdu sinthai mayangum nEram
Anthara vaigunthamOdu ellaam kaattinaan adee!

Thaye yasoda undan Ayarkulattuditta maayan
GOpAlakriSNan seyyum jAlattai kELaDI

Thaye Yasoda Raga Todi Tala Adi

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

I have never seen such a mischievous child as he
Playing like any other child at this tender age

With anklets on his feet, bracelets on his hands, a necklace of beads around his neck, he stands at the entrance adorned with colorful decorations
He dances like a celestial being, wearing anklets, bracelets, and a waistband, his eyes resembling the full moon
Thinking he is a child, I tried to garland him, but he ran away like a gust of wind!
He is not just a child, my dear! He is Krishna, the one who performs miracles. I am bewildered by his illusions

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

Guests arrive and feast on this street every day. Krishna arrives amongst them
He doesn't eat, but takes the bowl from my hand and empties it into the mouths of the guests
Is it a sin to show favoritism to my own child? Or should I punish him for this?
Nanda Gopa, advise me! What good parenting will it be to punish this mischievous child?

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

He said he would give me butter if I gave him butter. But when I did, he blackmailed me, saying he'll tell everyone I have a boyfriend
He stopped dancing in the middle, stamped his feet, rubbed his eyes and pretended to cry
While I stood there, puzzled, he approached me, playing his flute and embraced me
Millions of blessings came to me disguised as you. How can I be angry with you, my precious son?

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

He came running to me this morning, hugging me, and started playing pranks
He vowed not to repeat his mischief if I promised to give him butter at the pandal
That's how he is, Yashoda! I tied him up, thinking he is just Vasudeva's son
When I saw his beautiful face and felt my love for him, he broke free and vanished, taking the entire universe with him!

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

As soon as I left him in the cradle, the little one made a run for it,
The reason for his escape? Butter, of course!
He wiped his tear-filled eyes, ran around,
And finally, dipped his tiny fingers into the buttermilk churn!
He looks at me and cries, “Let me go, mother!”
But, my innocent child, you don’t even know what you’ve done!
Oh, my mischievous son, you left with the pot of butter,
And now, you’re asking for flatbread, as if nothing happened!

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

He comes to me, all innocent, asking for directions to his aunt’s house,
And stands there, pretending to listen as I explain how to get there.
No sooner had I finished, than he’s back, this time wanting to know the way to his grandfather’s place.
Again, he patiently listens as I give him directions.
Finally, he asks me a simple question – what is my name?
He then inquires about the way to his great-grandfather’s home, his voice filled with innocence.
He’s truly mastered the art of deception, growing more skilled with each passing day!
There’s no stopping this little trickster!

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

He promises me butter if I give him some, but once he’s had his fill,
He threatens to tell everyone I have a boyfriend!
He halts his dance midway, stamps his feet,
And rubs his eyes pretending to cry!
As I stand there puzzled, he approaches me, playing his flute,
And embraces me affectionately!
Millions of blessings disguised as you came to me –
How can I stay angry with you, my precious one?

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna

This morning, he ran up to me and showered me with hugs,
And then, he started playing his pranks –
He vowed to behave if I promised to give him butter at the pandal,
And wouldn’t stop pestering me until I agreed.
Oh Yashoda, he may be Vasudeva’s son,
But he’s mine as well! I tied him up, thinking I could contain him,
But as I looked at his beautiful face, my heart melting with love,
He vanished, taking the entire universe with him!

Oh Yashoda, the enchantress who raised the magic born from your womb
Listen to the mischief of Gopala Krishna