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Enga pora maganae
Nee enga poramaganae
Oora vittu pora
Thaai vera vittu pora
Sandaala ganamae
Vittu poraadhu un inamae
Irukudhu ettu dhesai
Nee poradhu endha dhesa
Sirippai marandhaai
Chinnadhaaga irandhaai
Unaku marundhaai
Irukiraal oru thaai
Kuthi vacha arisi thaan
Ulayila kidakudhu
Pethu potta vairuthaan
Pathikittu eriyudhu …
Enga pora maganae
Nee enga poramaganae
Oora vittu pora
Thaai vera vittu pora
Sandaala ganamae
Vittu poraadhu un inamae
Irukudhu ettu dhesai
Nee poradhu endha dhesa
Vethalla kodi onnu
Nerupula padarndhirichi
Pethavalin madi piriyum
Perundhuyar nadandirichae
Soru ootum sondham bandham
Soolchiyaaga pesirichae
Ver arukka saadhi sanam
Vettaruvaa veesirichae
Enna idhu kanakku
Idi mattum unakku
Saadhisanam edhuku
Saamiyum dhaan edhukku
Veyila somandhu
Viththukittu poradhengae
Iruta paaipol
Suritikittu povadhengae …
Enga pora maganae
Nee enga poramaganae
Oora vittu pora
Thaai vera vittu pora
Sandaala ganamae
Vittu poraadhu un inamae
Irukudhu ettu dhesai
Nee poradhu endha dhesa
Valithunai illaama
Vanavaasam povadhu pol
Karai illaa nadhiyaatam
Kandhaa neeyum poradhengae.
Kal vilundha kulam pola
kalangiruchae un polappu
Poo vilundha kanna pola
Poyirichae un polappu
Nenjukuzhi oram
Pacha kuthi ponen
Pachakili onnu
Kathukittu kidakku
Chellamae… chediyae
Chengaattu chiththiramae
Mullayae… kodiya
Upparathu vazhi neeyae
Enga pora maganae
Nee enga poramaganae
Oora vittu pora
Thaai vera vittu pora
Sandaala ganamae
Vittu poraadhu un inamae
Irukudhu ettu dhesai
Nee poradhu endha dhesa
Where are you going, my son?
Where are you going, my son?
You are leaving this village,
you are leaving your mother's roots behind.
In this cursed moment,
your own clan will not spare you.
There are eight directions out there,
which way are you heading?
You forgot how to smile,
you died a little inside.
To heal your pain,
a mother is still right here.
The freshly pounded rice
is boiling in the pot,
while the womb that gave you birth
is burning up in agony...
Where are you going, my son?
Where are you going, my son?
You are leaving this village,
you are leaving your mother's roots behind.
In this cursed moment,
your own clan will not spare you.
There are eight directions out there,
which way are you heading?
A tender betel vine
has caught fire and spread.
The great sorrow of parting from your mother's lap
has now come upon us.
The relatives who once fed you rice
are now scheming against you.
To chop down your roots, your own caste and kin
are swinging their machetes.
What kind of unfair reckoning is this,
that thunder strikes only you?
Why do we need this caste and kin?
Why do we even need God?
Bearing the blistering heat,
where are you wandering in despair?
Rolling up the darkness like a mat,
where are you running into the night?...
Where are you going, my son?
Where are you going, my son?
You are leaving this village,
you are leaving your mother's roots behind.
In this cursed moment,
your own clan will not spare you.
There are eight directions out there,
which way are you heading?
Without anyone to guide your path,
as if going into exile in the wild woods,
like a river without any banks,
Kantha, where are you wandering off to?
Like a pond troubled by a stone,
your life has been thrown into chaos.
Like an eye blinded by disease,
your life has been ruined.
Right beside my heart,
I had a tattoo inked;
now that green parrot
keeps crying out in pain.
My precious child... my tender plant,
picture of beauty from this red soil,
my jasmine bloom... my gentle vine,
you are my only path to the heavens.
Where are you going, my son?
Where are you going, my son?
You are leaving this village,
you are leaving your mother's roots behind.
In this cursed moment,
your own clan will not spare you.
There are eight directions out there,
which way are you heading?
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