♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Aaya kalaigalin arubathu naanginai
Bhramman avasaramaai alla alla alla
Aaya kalaigalin arubathu naanginai
Bhramman avasaramaai alla alla alla
Mella vizhundhaval ivalo ivalo ivalo
Mella vizhundhaval ivalo ivalo ivalo
Arubadhu kalaigalin azhagiyum ivalo
Aaya kalaigalin arubathu naanginai
Bhramman avasaramaai alla alla alla
Neela kangal thaan kalaigalin thaayagamo
Kaadhal kuralil kalandhadhu kani rasamo
Silai mookkil sirithadhu sithiramo
Kuzhi kannathil naanathin kungumamo
Sevvidhazhgalil malargalin saagaa varamo
Pen mugathil thaan muzhu nilaa dhinam varumo
Neela kazhuthilae mani maalaiyin suyamvaramo
Neela kazhuthilae mani maalaiyin suyamvaramo
Nalina kai viralgalilae eeraindhu visithiramo
Naattiyathaal viralgal pathum thaan vilakkidumo
Aaya kalaigalin arubathu naanginai
Bhramman avasaramaai alla alla alla
Ila mudhugil thaan saundhariyam irundhidumo
Pani maarbin sezhum mayakkathil viyandhidumo
Viral nagangal paedhaikku rusithidumo
Mella kaal nagangal nagaithida rasithidumo
Idai paavam ilaithida oorvalamo
Thalir vayitril olindhidum men nilamo
Dheva penmaiyin sangadhi thaan evvidamo
Thuli oli thaan theendaadha ragasiyamo
Aahaa ragasiyamo
Konjum kaalgalil asaigindra pon radhamo
Ven kolusu paadhathil ennai azhaikkum paravasamo
Idhil macham ondrai maraithadhu
Mangai seidha maayamo
Aaya kalaigalin arubathu naanginai
Bhramman avasaramaai alla alla alla
Mella vizhundhaval ivalo ivalo ivalo
Arubadhu kalaigalin azhagiyum ivalo
Aaya kalaigalin arubathu naanginai
Bhramman avasaramaai alla alla alla
As Brahma gathered the sixty-four traditional arts,
Scooping them up in such a hurry,
As Brahma gathered the sixty-four traditional arts,
Scooping them up in such a hurry,
Did she softly slip down from his hands? Is it her, is it her?
Did she softly slip down from his hands? Is it her, is it her?
Is she the beauty born of all the arts?
As Brahma gathered the sixty-four traditional arts,
Scooping them up in such a hurry,
Are her blue eyes the true home of the arts?
Is sweet fruit nectar blended into her loving voice?
Did a lovely painting smile upon her sculpted nose?
Is that the red blush of shyness on her dimpled cheek?
Do flowers have the gift of eternal life on her red lips?
Does the full moon rise every day upon her face?
Is the beaded necklace choosing her graceful neck in a swayambaram (marriage of choice)?
Is the beaded necklace choosing her graceful neck in a swayambaram (marriage of choice)?
Are there ten wonders resting in her delicate fingers?
Do all ten fingers explain them through dance?
As Brahma gathered the sixty-four traditional arts,
Scooping them up in such a hurry,
Does such beauty really rest upon her young back?
Does one marvel at the lush enchantment of her chest?
Does this innocent girl take pleasure in her fingernails?
Does she admire her toenails as they softly shine?
As her poor waist grows so slender, is it a grand procession?
Is there a soft realm hidden upon her tender belly?
Where does the true essence of divine womanhood lie?
Is it a secret untouched by even a drop of light?
Ah, what a mystery!
Is it a golden chariot swaying upon her playful feet?
Do the bright anklets on her feet call me in pure ecstasy?
And hiding a single beauty mark beneath it all,
Is that a magical trick played by this young woman?
As Brahma gathered the sixty-four traditional arts,
Scooping them up in such a hurry,
Did she softly slip down from his hands? Is it her, is it her?
Is she the beauty born of all the arts?
As Brahma gathered the sixty-four traditional arts,
Scooping them up in such a hurry,
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