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Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
Vaal kondu sayatha
Thalai engal thalai engal
Yaazh kandu saayum shiva sankara
Vel kandu sayatha
Padai engal padai engal
Yaazh kandu saayum shiva sankara
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
Kulappu vazhi anna
Kavadu padu pathal
Vilakku azhalal uruvin
Visivuru pachai
Eeiyaa ilanchoozh seiyyol
Avvayittru
Aithumayarozhugiya thotram pola
Pollam poththiya podhiyuru porvai
Anaivazh alavan kann kandu
Anaivazh alavan kann kandu
Magaraperi kisagaseeri
Sagada sen kotti vil vagai yithaazh
Yazh kandu naam ingu
Naal kandu thoal kandu
Vaazhkindra vazhi sonnom sivashankara
Ul kandu veli kandu
Ullukkum mull kandu
Unarkindra mozhi sonnom siva shankara
Magaraperi kisagaseeri
Sagada sen kotti vil vagai yithaazh
Thulaivai thoorntha
Thurappu amai yani
Ennaal thingal vadivitru aagi
Annaal illa amaivaru varuvai
Paambu ananthanna
Ongu iru maruppin
Maayon munkai aaithodi kadukkum
Kankoodu irukkai
Thin pini thivvin
Aithinai arusi avaiyal anna
Veivai pokiya viral ular narambin
Mel anthu ponaalum
Thoal venthu ponaalum
Soozh kondu varuvomae sivashankara
Naal vantha pin antha
Naal vantha pin engal
Yazh kondu varuvomae sivashankara
Kelviyin pokiye neel veesi thodaiyal
Manam kamazh maadharai manni anna
Anangu mei nindra amaivaru
Kaatchi aaru alai kalvar padai vida
Arulin maruthalai peyarkum maruvu
Inpaalai …ee….inpaalai…ee…
Magaraperi kisagaseeri
Sagada sen kotti vil vagai yithaazh
Thee yendru sonnalum
Theebam endru sonnalum
Thee enbathu ondruthaan siva shankara
Nee endru sonnalum naan endru sonnalum
Nam sakthi ondruthaan siva shankara
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
Om...
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
That never bows before the sword,
our head, our proud head,
bows only before the Yaazh (ancient Tamil harp), O Shiva Sankara!
That never falls before the spear,
our army, our mighty army,
bows only before the Yaazh, O Shiva Sankara!
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
Shaped like the split hoof of a deer,
the hollow body of the harp is carved,
glowing with the warm red hue of a lamp's flame,
wrapped tightly with fine cured leather,
like the fair skin of a young pregnant woman,
across whose tender belly
runs a fine line of hair, stitched with tiny neat seams,
a perfectly stitched, tight leather cover,
with bridge pins like the eyes of a crab in its burrow,
with bridge pins like the eyes of a crab in its burrow,
Makara, Peri, Keesa, and Seeri harps,
Sakoda, Sengotti, and the bow-shaped Vil yaazh,
seeing the Yaazh here,
greeting good days with strength in our shoulders,
we showed the way to live, O Shiva Sankara!
Looking within ourselves and looking at the world,
spotting even the hidden thorn inside the heart,
we spoke the language of true wisdom, O Shiva Sankara!
Makara, Peri, Keesa, and Seeri harps,
Sakoda, Sengotti, and the bow-shaped Vil yaazh!
Covering the drilled holes smoothly,
fitted with carved tuning pegs,
curved in the shape of a young crescent moon,
made with rare and timeless beauty,
like the majestic serpent Adisesha,
with a tall, dark wooden neck,
looking like the curved bangle on the wrist of Lord Vishnu,
closely set and firmly fixed,
tied securely with strong leather fastenings,
like white grains of freshly pounded millet,
the strings are gently plucked by moving fingers...
Even if our life comes to an end,
even if our skin is burnt to ashes,
we will rise and return with our sacred vow, O Shiva Sankara!
When that destined day arrives,
once that promised day comes,
we will return carrying our Yaazh, O Shiva Sankara!
Mastered through deep musical learning, weaving long melodic patterns,
sweet and fragrant like noble women,
standing with awe-inspiring grace,
a divine music that makes highway robbers drop their weapons,
driving away cruelty to bring forth pure kindness,
Inpalai... oh, sweet melody of Inpalai...
Makara, Peri, Keesa, and Seeri harps,
Sakoda, Sengotti, and the bow-shaped Vil yaazh!
Whether you call it fire,
or whether you call it a lamp,
the fire is just one, O Shiva Sankara!
Whether you say "you" or say "I",
our divine energy is just one, O Shiva Sankara!
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
Sivayanama
Yanamasiva
Masivayana
Vayanamasi
Namasivaya
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