♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Paal nilavu sooriyan pol suttathenna niyaayam
Pachcha kili thola koththi vanthathintha kaayam
Odi vantha vaigai nadhi kaanjathenna maayam
Kooda vazhi illai endrae aanathu penn paavam
Oru maalai Chandhiran malarai theduthu
Malayadivaaraththilae
Ila maanai kandida kaanam paaduthu
Manmatha raagaththilae
Kulir veesum maasiyilae oru aasai mogamadi
Adhu pesum paashaiyilae oru kadhal viragamadi
Oru thegam vendhathu moga theeyinilae aa….aa….
Oru maalai Chandhiran malarai theduthu
Malayadivaaraththilae
Ila maanai kandida kaanam paaduthu
Manmatha raagaththilae
Vennilavil thedugiraen kanni mugam kaanom
Punnagaiyum naan izhanthaen en manathil sogam
Chiththiraththai paarkka vanthaen karkuviyal kandaen
Then malaiyai pol irunthaen thennilangai aanaen
Chella kuyil koova mella varum megam
Sollil varum sogam gangai nadhi aagum
Engiruntha pothilum nee vanthu vidu devi
Oru maalai Chandhiran malarai theduthu
Malayadivaaraththilae
Ila maanai kandida kaanam paaduthu
Manmatha raagaththilae
Kulir veesum maasiyilae oru aasai mogamadi
Adhu pesum paashaiyilae oru kadhal viragamadi
Oru thegam vendhathu moga theeyinilae aa….aa….
Oru maalai Chandhiran malarai theduthu
Malayadivaaraththilae
Ila maanai kandida kaanam paaduthu
Manmatha raagaththilae
Niththiraiyil pooveduththaen nenil oru kaayam
Kaayam konda pothinilum poovil enthan mogam
Therkku kadal aazhaththilae muthedukka ponaen
Moochadangi ponathai muththai innum kaanaen
Unthan mugam thedi ullam alai paayum
Thendral indri ponaal thegam analaagum
Engiruntha pothilum nee vanthu vidu devi
Oru maalai Chandhiran malarai theduthu
Malayadivaaraththilae
Ila maanai kandida kaanam paaduthu
Manmatha raagaththilae
Kulir veesum maasiyilae oru aasai mogamadi
Adhu pesum paashaiyilae oru kadhal viragamadi
Oru thegam vendhathu moga theeyinilae aa….aa….
Oru maalai Chandhiran malarai theduthu
Malayadivaaraththilae
Ila maanai kandida kaanam paaduthu
Manmatha raagaththilae
How is it fair that the milky moonlight burns like the sun?
This wound came from the green parrot pecking at my shoulder.
What magic made the flowing Vaigai river run dry?
With no way to be together, this girl is left to suffer.
An evening moon is searching for a flower
at the foot of the mountain.
It sings a song to find a young deer,
in the melody of love.
In the chilly month of Maasi (late winter), there is a cloud of desire, my dear.
In the language it speaks, there is the ache of love's longing.
A body is burning in the fire of passion, ah... ah...
An evening moon is searching for a flower
at the foot of the mountain.
It sings a song to find a young deer,
in the melody of love.
I search in the bright moonlight, but cannot find my girl's face.
I have lost my smile too, and sorrow fills my heart.
I came to see a beautiful painting, but found only a pile of stones.
I once stood tall like a peaceful southern hill, but now I am ruined like burnt Lanka.
When the sweet cuckoo calls, the clouds gently drift in.
The sorrow pouring through my words flows like the river Ganges.
Wherever you may be, please come back to me, my love.
The evening moon is searching for a flower
at the foot of the mountain.
It sings a song to find a young deer,
in the melody of love.
In the chilly month of Maasi (late winter), there is a cloud of desire, my dear.
In the language it speaks, there is the ache of love's longing.
A body is burning in the fire of passion, ah... ah...
An evening moon is searching for a flower
at the foot of the mountain.
It sings a song to find a young deer,
in the melody of love.
In my sleep I reached for a flower, but received a wound in my heart.
Even with this wound, my longing for that flower remains.
I dove into the deep southern sea to search for pearls.
My breath gave out, yet I still have not found the pearl.
Searching for your face, my restless heart tosses like the waves.
Without your gentle breeze, my body turns to burning embers.
Wherever you may be, please come back to me, my love.
The evening moon is searching for a flower
at the foot of the mountain.
It sings a song to find a young deer,
in the melody of love.
In the chilly month of Maasi (late winter), there is a cloud of desire, my dear.
In the language it speaks, there is the ache of love's longing.
A body is burning in the fire of passion, ah... ah...
An evening moon is searching for a flower
at the foot of the mountain.
It sings a song to find a young deer,
in the melody of love.
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