♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Vaanamae polinjaalum
Boomiyae velanjaalum
Kaalamum ozhaipavarae
Kadavulnnu solliduvom
Maanamae nilaiaaga
Mann uravae peridhaaga
Vaazhum indha thiru naata
Valam peravae senjiduvom
Valam peravae senjiduvom..aaann
Naanga valam peravae senjiduvom
Oora nenjila thaangum ungala
Potrum oru naalu
Naanga nandriya maala kattiyae
Podum thiru naalu
Ungalathaan deivamunnu
Ada kumbiduvom koodi ninnu
Vaanam pola vaazhum unga
Kaala thottu poojai seiyurom
Naadariya paraiya adi daa
Nayanama pugazha adi daa
Vaan adhira thavila edu daa
Sooriyana irava izhu daa
Oora nenjila thaangum ungala
Potrum oru naalu
Naanga nandriya maalai kattiyae
Podum thiru naalu
Thandhaana thana nana…(4)
Poosaari thechadhu
Aasaari koladhu
Illaama iruntha oorum illa
Pidi soryethu
Unava uzhaikalanaa
Varum sogam thaan
Avana mathikalanaa
Ooraana josiyaru
Kurisollum vedhiyaru
Thothaaga kanicha noiyum illa
Oru mannaru thovaikka
Thuni velukkum
Avar munnala irunthae
Ethu nadakkum
Aanaava ariyavaikkum
Aiyaava vittakkaa padippu illae
Vaazhvora kadaisiyilae kaadyetha
Ennaattum sirappu illae…eh eh eh
Naadariya paraiya adi daa
Nayanama pugazha adi daa
Vaan adhira thavila edu daa
Sooriyana irava izhu daa
Yeraalam sambalam
Yethetho kimbalam
Engaenu alanju oora vittom
Pala naalaaga urava
Maranthirunthom
Pagal raavaaga perusa
Valarnthirunthom
Aanaalum engala
Neengaadha anbula
Onnaakka thuninja jallikattu
Verum mannaaga kedanthom
Sorana kettu
Vedhai nellaaga nimirndhom
Velangi kittu
Car odum nagarathula
Ellaamae poiyaaga nadakuthunga
Ser oda manathula thaan
Nammoda panpaadu irukuthunga
{Naadariya paraiya adi daa
Nayanama pugazha adi daa
Vaan adhira thavila edu daa
Sooriyana irava izhu daa} (2)
Even if the skies pour with rain,
Even if the earth yields a rich harvest,
Those who toil every single day,
Are the ones we revere as God.
With our self-respect held high,
With our deep bond to the soil cherished above all,
In this sacred land where we dwell,
We shall make prosperity blossom!
We shall make prosperity blossom!
Yes, we shall make prosperity blossom!
To you who carry the whole village in your hearts,
This is a day to honor you!
It is a festive day when we string a garland of gratitude
And place it around your neck!
Seeing you as our living gods,
We gather together and bow in worship!
To you who live with hearts as vast as the sky,
We touch your feet and offer our prayers!
Beat the parai (traditional frame drum) so the whole land knows!
Beat the rhythm beautifully to sing your praise!
Take up the thavil (barrel drum) to make the skies tremble!
Pull the sun down into the night and keep dancing!
To you who carry the whole village in your hearts,
This is a day to honor you!
It is a festive day when we string a garland of gratitude
And place it around your neck!
Thanthana thana nana...
Without the sacred rites the priest performed,
Without the fine crafts the artisan shaped,
No village has ever truly flourished.
Offering a simple fistful of food,
If one does not sweat and work for bread,
Deep sorrow alone will follow,
If we fail to respect the working hands!
The astrologer who reads the village stars,
The wise seer who foretells our fortunes,
No illness could escape their keen sight.
The washerman who washes
And bleaches every cloth clean,
Standing before him,
Everything in life runs smooth and fair.
Teaching the very first letter of the alphabet,
Without our respected teacher, there is no learning.
And without those who carry the departed to the burial grounds at life's end,
No land possesses true honor!
Beat the parai (traditional frame drum) so the whole land knows!
Beat the rhythm beautifully to sing your praise!
Take up the thavil (barrel drum) to make the skies tremble!
Pull the sun down into the night and keep dancing!
Chasing big salaries
And all kinds of extra perks,
We wandered away and left our homeland behind.
For countless days, our roots and kin
We had forgotten.
Working day and night, we had grown
High and haughty in our own eyes.
Yet, to bring us together
With unyielding love and pride,
Jallikattu (traditional bull-taming celebration) boldly united us all!
We once lay fallen like mere dust,
Numb and lacking all self-respect,
Yet we stood upright like fertile seed grain,
Once we opened our eyes and understood!
In the city where cars rush by,
Everything happening is merely a lie.
Only in hearts rooted in the fertile mud of our soil
Does our real heritage live on!
Beat the parai (traditional frame drum) so the whole land knows!
Beat the rhythm beautifully to sing your praise!
Take up the thavil (barrel drum) to make the skies tremble!
Pull the sun down into the night and keep dancing!
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