Aasai Magane
From Vaanavil · 2000
- Lyricist
- Vairamuthu
- Singer
- Malaysia Vasudevan
- Music director
- Deva
- Details
- Vaanavil2000
Lyrics & meaning
| ♫ Tanglish lyrics | ↻ English translation |
|---|---|
| Chorus | |
| ………………………. | Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son |
| Male | |
| Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri | Tomorrow, you will be the minister! |
| Naalai neethaandaa manthiri | Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son |
| Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri | Tomorrow, you will be the minister! |
| Naalai neethaandaa manthiri | In the cactus of the dry black-soil land |
| Male | |
| Karisa kaattu kalliyilae | You were born and sprouted |
| Nee molaichchavandaa | Even if I have to carry stones for hard labor |
| Unna kal sumanthaachchum | Your father will educate you |
| Padikka vaippan un appandaa | No need for sickles, no need for spears |
| Male | |
| Vettaruvaa venaam vel kambum vaenaam | Throw away all knives and pick up books! |
| Kaththiyellam thoorapottu puththakaththai thookku | Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son |
| Male | |
| Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri | Tomorrow, you will be the minister! |
| Naalai neethaandaa manthiri | I will roast goat liver for you |
| Male | |
| Aattu eeral suttuththaaraen | I will feed you jaggery |
| Achchuvellam thottuththaaraen | I will extract country chicken broth |
| Naattu kozhi saaru erakki | And pour healthy sesame oil for you |
| Nallennaiyyum ooththithaaraen | Every single letter in the book |
| Puththakaththil ovvoru ezhuththum | Must enter your mind |
| Puththikulla saeranumae | You must win a gold medal |
| Nee ponnu meddal vaanganumae | Because of the fame you bring |
| Male | |
| Unakku vantha pugazhaal | My twirled mustache should rise high with pride |
| Enakku murukku meesai yaeranumae | The whole town should go crazy with wonder! |
| Oor kirukku pidichchu poganumae | My son, on the crown of your head |
| Maganae un uchchanthalaiyil | I rub oil lovingly |
| Ennaei vachchi thaekkiraendaa | My son, for your education |
| Maganae un padippukkaaga | I exhaust myself completely |
| Ennai naanae thaekkiraendaa | Study fervently and zealously |
| Male | |
| Nee sudasuda sudasuda padidaa | Wake up the sun itself! |
| Nee sooriyanai ezhuppi vidudaa | Study fervently and zealously |
| Nee sudasuda sudasuda padidaa | Wake up the sun itself! |
| Nee sooriyanai ezhuppi vidudaa | Long live my loving son, long live the rivers and towns |
| Male | |
| Anbu magan vaazhga aarum oorum vaazhga | In your IAS territory, may your father's name live long! |
| Un ias ooraththil appan perum vaazhga | Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son |
| Male | |
| Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri | Tomorrow, you will be the minister! |
| Naalai neethaandaa manthiri | Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son |
| Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri | Tomorrow, you will be the minister! |
| Naalai neethaandaa manthiri | We survived famine under the harsh forest heat |
| Male | |
| Kaattu veyilil panjam pozhachchom | We sold the plow just to drink simple porridge |
| Kalappai viththu kanji kudichchom | Serving buffalo curd rice |
| Erumai thayiru soru pottu | We raised you by feeding only you well |
| Unna mattum ootti valaththom | Even if we spend everything we have |
| Moththam ellam selavazhichchaalum | What remains is you, isn't it? |
| Michcham iruppathu nee allavaa | You are the seed paddy reserved for future crops, aren't you? |
| Nee vedhaikku vachcha nel allavaa | In the nursery fields |
| Male | |
| Naattarangaalil | I planted you as a seed |
| Naan unna vidhaichchen | Aren't you tomorrow's harvest? |
| Naalai vilaichchal neeyallavaa | Aren't you food for the whole nation? |
| Nee naattukellaam unavallavaa | Rain-dependent dry farmland |
| Male | |
| Mazhai paarkkum maanavaari | Yields crops one day a year |
| Varusham oru naal vilaiyumadaa | Even a dark rainy night |
| Mazhaikaala iravumkooda | Will surely break into a new day tomorrow |
| Maru naal nichchayam vidiyumadaa | Go forward believing in the truth |
| Male | |
| Nee saththiyaththai nambi nambi podaa | Goddess Saraswathi will surely come to you, my boy |
| Antha sarashwathi varuvaa vaadaa | Go forward believing in the truth |
| Nee saththiyaththai nambi nambi podaa | Goddess Saraswathi will surely come to you, my boy |
| Antha sarashwathi varuvaa vaadaa | Long live my loving son, long live the rivers and towns |
| Male | |
| Anbu magan vaazhga aarum oorum vaazhga | In your IAS territory, may your father's name live long! |
| Un ias ooraththil appan perum vaazhga | Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son |
| Male | |
| Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri | Tomorrow, you will be the minister! |
| Naalai neethaandaa manthiri | In the cactus of the dry black-soil land |
| Male | |
| Karisa kaattu kalliyilae | You were born and sprouted |
| Nee molaichchavandaa | Even if I have to carry stones for hard labor |
| Unna kal sumanthaachchum | Your father will educate you |
| Padikka vaippan un appandaa | No need for sickles, no need for spears |
| Male | |
| Vettaruvaa venaam vel kambum vaenaam | Throw away all knives and pick up books! |
| Kaththiyellam thoorapottu puththakaththai thookku | |
| Chorus | |
| ……………….. | |
இசையாமைப்பாளர் :
தேவா
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
............................
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
In the cactus of the dry black-soil land
ஆசை மகனே ஆசை மகனே எந்திரி
நாளை நீதான்டா மந்திரி
ஆசை மகனே ஆசை மகனே எந்திரி
நாளை நீதான்டா மந்திரி
You were born and sprouted
Even if I have to carry stones for hard labor
Your father will educate you
No need for sickles, no need for spears
கரிச காட்டு கள்ளியிலே
நீ மொளைச்சவண்ட
உன்ன கல் சுமந்தாச்சும்
படிக்க வைப்பான் உன் அப்பன்டா
Throw away all knives and pick up books!
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
வெட்டருவா வேணாம் வேல்கம்பும் வேணாம்
கத்தியெல்லாம் தூரபோட்டு புத்தைகத்தை தூக்கு
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
I will roast goat liver for you
ஆசை மகனே ஆசை மகனே எந்திரி
நாளை நீதான்டா மந்திரி
I will feed you jaggery
I will extract country chicken broth
And pour healthy sesame oil for you
Every single letter in the book
Must enter your mind
You must win a gold medal
Because of the fame you bring
ஆட்டு ஈரல் சுட்டுத்தாரேன்
அச்சு வெல்லம் தொட்டுத்தாரேன்
நாட்டு கோழி சாறு எறக்கி
நல்லெண்ணெய்யும் ஊத்தித்தாரேன்
புத்தகத்தில் ஒவ்வொரு எழுத்தும்
புத்திக்குள்ள சேரணுமே
நீ பொன்னு மெடல் வாங்கணுமே
My twirled mustache should rise high with pride
The whole town should go crazy with wonder!
My son, on the crown of your head
I rub oil lovingly
My son, for your education
I exhaust myself completely
Study fervently and zealously
உனக்கு வந்த புகழால்
எனக்கு முறுக்கு மீசை ஏறனுமே
ஊர் கிறுக்கு பிடிச்சு போகணுமே
மகனே உன் உச்சந்தலையில்
எண்ணெய் வச்சி தேக்கிறேன்டா
மகனே உன் படிப்புக்காக
என்னை நானே தேக்கிறேன்டா
Wake up the sun itself!
Study fervently and zealously
Wake up the sun itself!
Long live my loving son, long live the rivers and towns
நீ சுடச்சுட சுடச்சுட படிடா
நீ சூரியனை எழுப்பி விடுடா
நீ சுடச்சுட சுடச்சுட படிடா
நீ சூரியனை எழுப்பி விடுடா
In your IAS territory, may your father's name live long!
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
அன்பு மகன் வாழ்க ஆறும் ஊரும் வாழ்க
உன் ஐ எ எஸ் ஓரத்தில் அப்பன் பேரும் வாழ்க
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
We survived famine under the harsh forest heat
ஆசை மகனே ஆசை மகனே எந்திரி
நாளை நீதான்டா மந்திரி
ஆசை மகனே ஆசை மகனே எந்திரி
நாளை நீதான்டா மந்திரி
We sold the plow just to drink simple porridge
Serving buffalo curd rice
We raised you by feeding only you well
Even if we spend everything we have
What remains is you, isn't it?
You are the seed paddy reserved for future crops, aren't you?
In the nursery fields
காட்டு வெயிலில் பஞ்சம் பொழச்சோம்
கலப்பை வித்து கஞ்சி குடிச்சோம்
எருமை தயிரு சோறு போட்டு
உன்ன மட்டும் ஊட்டி வளத்தோம்
மொத்தம் எல்லாம் செலவழிச்சாலும்
மிச்சம் இருப்பது நீ அல்லவா
நீ வெதைக்கு வச்ச நெல் அல்லவா
I planted you as a seed
Aren't you tomorrow's harvest?
Aren't you food for the whole nation?
Rain-dependent dry farmland
நாட்டரங்காலில்
நான் உன்ன விதைச்சேன்
நாளை விளைச்சல் நீயல்லவா
நீ நாட்டுக்கெல்லாம் உணவல்லவா
Yields crops one day a year
Even a dark rainy night
Will surely break into a new day tomorrow
Go forward believing in the truth
மழை பார்க்கும் மானாவாரி
வருஷம் ஒரு நாள் விளையுமடா
மழைக்கால இரவும்கூட
மறு நாள் நிச்சயம் விடியுமடா
Goddess Saraswathi will surely come to you, my boy
Go forward believing in the truth
Goddess Saraswathi will surely come to you, my boy
Long live my loving son, long live the rivers and towns
நீ சத்தியத்தை நம்பி நம்பி போடா
அந்த சரஸ்வதி வருவா வாடா
நீ சத்தியத்தை நம்பி நம்பி போடா
அந்த சரஸ்வதி வருவா வாடா
In your IAS territory, may your father's name live long!
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
அன்பு மகன் வாழ்க ஆறும் ஊரும் வாழ்க
உன் ஐ எ எஸ் ஓரத்தில் அப்பன் பேரும் வாழ்க
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
In the cactus of the dry black-soil land
ஆசை மகனே ஆசை மகனே எந்திரி
நாளை நீதான்டா மந்திரி
You were born and sprouted
Even if I have to carry stones for hard labor
Your father will educate you
No need for sickles, no need for spears
கரிச காட்டு கள்ளியிலே
நீ மொளைச்சவண்ட
உன்ன கல் சுமந்தாச்சும்
படிக்க வைப்பான் உன் அப்பன்டா
Throw away all knives and pick up books!
வெட்டருவா வேணாம் வேல்கம்பும் வேணாம்
கத்தியெல்லாம் தூரபோட்டு புத்தைகத்தை தூக்கு
...........................
……………………….
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
Naalai neethaandaa manthiri
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
Naalai neethaandaa manthiri
In the cactus of the dry black-soil land
Karisa kaattu kalliyilae
You were born and sprouted
Nee molaichchavandaa
Even if I have to carry stones for hard labor
Unna kal sumanthaachchum
Your father will educate you
Padikka vaippan un appandaa
No need for sickles, no need for spears
Vettaruvaa venaam vel kambum vaenaam
Throw away all knives and pick up books!
Kaththiyellam thoorapottu puththakaththai thookku
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
Naalai neethaandaa manthiri
I will roast goat liver for you
Aattu eeral suttuththaaraen
I will feed you jaggery
Achchuvellam thottuththaaraen
I will extract country chicken broth
Naattu kozhi saaru erakki
And pour healthy sesame oil for you
Nallennaiyyum ooththithaaraen
Every single letter in the book
Puththakaththil ovvoru ezhuththum
Must enter your mind
Puththikulla saeranumae
You must win a gold medal
Nee ponnu meddal vaanganumae
Because of the fame you bring
Unakku vantha pugazhaal
My twirled mustache should rise high with pride
Enakku murukku meesai yaeranumae
The whole town should go crazy with wonder!
Oor kirukku pidichchu poganumae
My son, on the crown of your head
Maganae un uchchanthalaiyil
I rub oil lovingly
Ennaei vachchi thaekkiraendaa
My son, for your education
Maganae un padippukkaaga
I exhaust myself completely
Ennai naanae thaekkiraendaa
Study fervently and zealously
Nee sudasuda sudasuda padidaa
Wake up the sun itself!
Nee sooriyanai ezhuppi vidudaa
Study fervently and zealously
Nee sudasuda sudasuda padidaa
Wake up the sun itself!
Nee sooriyanai ezhuppi vidudaa
Long live my loving son, long live the rivers and towns
Anbu magan vaazhga aarum oorum vaazhga
In your IAS territory, may your father's name live long!
Un ias ooraththil appan perum vaazhga
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
Naalai neethaandaa manthiri
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
Naalai neethaandaa manthiri
We survived famine under the harsh forest heat
Kaattu veyilil panjam pozhachchom
We sold the plow just to drink simple porridge
Kalappai viththu kanji kudichchom
Serving buffalo curd rice
Erumai thayiru soru pottu
We raised you by feeding only you well
Unna mattum ootti valaththom
Even if we spend everything we have
Moththam ellam selavazhichchaalum
What remains is you, isn't it?
Michcham iruppathu nee allavaa
You are the seed paddy reserved for future crops, aren't you?
Nee vedhaikku vachcha nel allavaa
In the nursery fields
Naattarangaalil
I planted you as a seed
Naan unna vidhaichchen
Aren't you tomorrow's harvest?
Naalai vilaichchal neeyallavaa
Aren't you food for the whole nation?
Nee naattukellaam unavallavaa
Rain-dependent dry farmland
Mazhai paarkkum maanavaari
Yields crops one day a year
Varusham oru naal vilaiyumadaa
Even a dark rainy night
Mazhaikaala iravumkooda
Will surely break into a new day tomorrow
Maru naal nichchayam vidiyumadaa
Go forward believing in the truth
Nee saththiyaththai nambi nambi podaa
Goddess Saraswathi will surely come to you, my boy
Antha sarashwathi varuvaa vaadaa
Go forward believing in the truth
Nee saththiyaththai nambi nambi podaa
Goddess Saraswathi will surely come to you, my boy
Antha sarashwathi varuvaa vaadaa
Long live my loving son, long live the rivers and towns
Anbu magan vaazhga aarum oorum vaazhga
In your IAS territory, may your father's name live long!
Un ias ooraththil appan perum vaazhga
Wake up, my beloved son, my beloved son
Aasai maganae aasai maganae enthiri
Tomorrow, you will be the minister!
Naalai neethaandaa manthiri
In the cactus of the dry black-soil land
Karisa kaattu kalliyilae
You were born and sprouted
Nee molaichchavandaa
Even if I have to carry stones for hard labor
Unna kal sumanthaachchum
Your father will educate you
Padikka vaippan un appandaa
No need for sickles, no need for spears
Vettaruvaa venaam vel kambum vaenaam
Throw away all knives and pick up books!
Kaththiyellam thoorapottu puththakaththai thookku
………………..
Beyond the translation
Song interpretation
Aasai Magane is a powerful, emotionally charged song from the movie Vaanavil (2000) that depicts an impoverished rural father encouraging his son to pursue education. Written by Vairamuthu, the lyricist uses grounded agrarian metaphors to illustrate the extreme hardships and sacrifices the family has endured during times of drought and poverty. The father urges his son to discard weapons and violence, urging him to pick up books instead to rise to high administrative positions like an IAS officer or minister.\n\nThe song portrays the child as the 'seed paddy' saved for future prosperity, highlighting education as the ultimate equalizer that can transform not only a family's destiny but also uplift an entire region. Through vibrant imagery of rustic care, parental pride, and unyielding hope, the song serves as a timeless anthem for social mobility through learning.
Writing craft
Poetic devices
Metaphor (Uvamaani)
“Nee vedhaikku vachcha nel allavaa”
Compares the child to seed-paddy (vedhaikku vachcha nel) preserved through famine to yield the future harvest for society.
Juxtaposition / Contrast
“Vettaruvaa venaam vel kambum vaenaam / Kaththiyellam thoorapottu puththakaththai thookku”
Contrasts instruments of violence (sickles, spears, knives) with books, advocating education as the true weapon for social change.
Hyperbole (Uyarvu Navortchi)
“Nee sooriyanai ezhuppi vidudaa”
Exaggerates the student's morning dedication by commanding him to wake up before the sun and wake the sun itself up.
Alliteration (Monai)
“Karisa kaattu kalliyilae”
Repetition of the initial 'K' sound across words creates a strong rhythmic phonetic emphasis.
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Trivia
The music for Vaanavil (2000) was composed by S. A. Rajkumar, with lyrics penned by Vairamuthu. The film starred Arjun Sarja and Abhirami. This song remains one of the most prominent motivational tracks in Tamil cinema highlighting the transformative power of education over rural caste violence and poverty.
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