♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Ellorkkum nizhalaana thaayae…
Pollaadha pazhi undhan meedho…
Kulamaadharai kurai solvadho…
Idhu thaan muraiyo iraivaa…
Mann veettil irundhaalum
Manimaadam vaazhndhaalum
Ellorkkum thaayaaga irundhaayammaa
Irundhaayammaa
Mann veettil irundhaalum
Manimaadam vaazhndhaalum
Ellorkkum thaayaaga irundhaayammaa
Oru pillai angae sirai chaalai thannil
Oru paavam ariyaa thaai indha mannil
Mann veettil irundhaalum
Manimaadam vaazhndhaalum
Ellorkkum thaayaaga irundhaayammaa
Irundhaayammaa
Pasum paalai kal endru
Koorum indha ulagam
Kazhi neerai gangai yena
Naam kudikka kodukkum
Thaai kulathai medai ittu
Dheivam endru potrum
Pesiyadhai kaatril vittu
Vaesi endru thootrum
Thaayin maranam pillai arindhum
Theeyil puzhuvaai nenjnu thudikkum
Annaikkoru kolli ida pillai varumo
Mann veettil irundhaalum
Manimaadam vaazhndhaalum
Ellorkkum thaayaaga irundhaayammaa
Irundhaayammaa
Eendrdutha thaayum alla
Engalukku neeyae
Idam koduthu unavalithu
Udal valartha thaayae
Nee kodutha thol koduthu
Unnai sumakkum kadamai
Naerndhadhenna engalukku
Naangal seidha kodumai
Un vayitrilaa naangal pirandhom
Kolli idavaa naangal valarndhom
Thaangavillai podhum indha kodumaiyammaa
Mann veettil irundhaalum
Manimaadam vaazhndhaalum
Ellorkkum thaayaaga irundhaayammaa
Irundhaayammaa
Mann veettil irundhaalum
Manimaadam vaazhndhaalum
Ellorkkum thaayaaga irundhaayammaa
Irundhaayammaa
Oru pillai angae sirai chaalai thannil
Oru paavam ariyaa thaai indha mannil
Mann veettil irundhaalum
Manimaadam vaazhndhaalum
Ellorkkum thaayaaga irundhaayammaa
Irundhaayammaa
O mother, who gave shade and shelter to everyone…
Has such cruel blame fallen upon you?
How can they speak ill of a virtuous woman?
Is this fair, O God?
Whether living in a mud hut
or living in a grand mansion,
you were a mother to everyone, O mother,
yes, you were, mother.
Whether living in a mud hut
or living in a grand mansion,
you were a mother to everyone, O mother.
One son is over there inside a prison cell,
while an innocent mother lies here on the ground.
Whether living in a mud hut
or living in a grand mansion,
you were a mother to everyone, O mother,
yes, you were, mother.
Calling pure cow's milk intoxicating toddy,
this twisted world
claims filthy water is the holy Ganga
and offers it to us to drink.
It takes to the stage to praise mothers,
hailing womanhood as divine,
yet tosses those words to the wind
and slanders them with vile insults.
Though the son learns of his mother's death
and his heart writhes like a worm in fire,
will her son be able to come and light her funeral pyre?
Whether living in a mud hut
or living in a grand mansion,
you were a mother to everyone, O mother,
yes, you were, mother.
You were not the mother
who gave birth to us,
yet you gave us shelter and food,
raising us with tender care, O mother.
Offering the very shoulders you nurtured
to bear the duty of carrying you to the grave—
why has such a fate befallen us?
What terrible sin did we commit?
Were we born from your womb?
Did we grow up just to set fire to your pyre?
We cannot bear this grief; enough of this cruelty, mother!
Whether living in a mud hut
or living in a grand mansion,
you were a mother to everyone, O mother,
yes, you were, mother.
Whether living in a mud hut
or living in a grand mansion,
you were a mother to everyone, O mother,
yes, you were, mother.
One son is over there inside a prison cell,
while an innocent mother lies here on the ground.
Whether living in a mud hut
or living in a grand mansion,
you were a mother to everyone, O mother,
yes, you were, mother.
Male
Male
Male
Male
Male
Male
Male
Male
Male
Male
Male
Male
