Veenai Enadhu Kuzhanthai
From Oonjalaadum Uravugal · 1985
- Lyricist
- Vairamuthu
- Singer
- P. Susheela
- Music director
- Ilayaraja
- Details
- Oonjalaadum Uravugal1985
Lyrics & meaning
| ♫ Tanglish lyrics | ↻ English translation |
|---|---|
| Female | |
| Aaa…..aa……aa…..aa….. | Aaa…..aa……aa…..aa….. |
| A…..aa……aa…..aaa…..aaa….. | A…..aa……aa…..aaa…..aaa….. |
| Female | |
| Veenai enathu kuzhnthai | The Veena is my child. |
| Veenai enathu kuzhnthai | The Veena is my child. |
| Athil meettum surangal mazhalai | The musical notes played on it are like a baby's innocent babble. |
| Veenai enathu kuzhnthai | The Veena is my child. |
| Female | |
| Madi meedhu naan vaiththu thaalaattuvaen | I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby. |
| Madi meedhu naan vaiththu thaalaattuvaen | I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby. |
| Athil magarantha raagangal naan meettuvaen | From it, I will pluck ragas sweet as pollen. |
| Female | |
| Veenai……veenai….. | Veena……Veena….. |
| Veenai enathu kuzhnthai | The Veena is my child. |
| Female | |
| Adadaa enakkoru sirakondru mulaikkindrathae | Oh my, wings seem to sprout upon me! |
| Viralgal asaiththaalae surangalin oorkolam | Just a movement of fingers creates a grand procession of musical notes. |
| Vizhiththae irnthaalum kanavugal yaeraalam | Even while awake, dreams are boundless. |
| Manathukkul mazhai vizhum anubavamo….ooo….oo.. | Is this the experience of rain falling inside my heart? |
| Female | |
| Vaan meedhu pogindra megangalae | Oh clouds drifting across the sky! |
| Isai ketkka enaith thedi vaarungalaen | Come seeking me to listen to this music! |
| En veenai…..pon veenai | My Veena….. golden Veena! |
| Urangaamal kann moodi shruthi saerkkindren | Sleepless, with closed eyes, I align the pitch. |
| Uyirenum dheepaththil nei vaarkkindren | I pour ghee into the lamp of my soul. |
| Female | |
| Veenai……veenai….. | Veena……Veena….. |
| Veenai enathu kuzhnthai | The Veena is my child. |
| Female | |
| Vaazhvae kanavinil varaigindra neerkolamae….ae… | Life is like a decorative water-pattern drawn in a dream. |
| Irukkum varaiyingae isaiyoru santhosam | As long as we live here, music is pure happiness. |
| Nilamae marainthaalum nilaippathu sangeetham | Even if the earth vanishes, music is eternal. |
| Swarangalae varangalaai thirigindrathae…ae…. | The musical notes are turning into divine boons. |
| Female | |
| Vizhiyoram thuliyondru thiralgindrathae | A tear drop gathers at the edge of my eye. |
| En veenaithanil vanthu vizhugindrathae | It falls right onto my Veena. |
| Idhu pothum….isai podum | This is enough… music is enough. |
| Sevi engum amuthaaga naan paaigindraen | I flow into every ear like divine nectar. |
| Puvi engum isaiyaaga naan ketkkindraen | I hear music echoing across the entire world. |
| Female | |
| Veenai enathu kuzhnthai | The Veena is my child. |
| Athil meettum surangal mazhalai | The musical notes played on it are like a baby's innocent babble. |
| Veenai enathu kuzhnthai | The Veena is my child. |
| Female | |
| Madi meedhu naan vaiththu thaalaattuvaen | I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby. |
| Madi meedhu naan vaiththu thaalaattuvaen | I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby. |
| Athil magarantha raagangal naan meettuvaen | From it, I will pluck ragas sweet as pollen. |
| Female | |
| Veenai……veenai….. | Veena……Veena….. |
| Veenai enathu kuzhnthai | The Veena is my child. |
ஆஆ.....ஆ......ஆ......ஆ.......
அ.......ஆ.....ஆ......ஆஆ.....அஆ....
Aaa…..aa……aa…..aa…..
A…..aa……aa…..aaa…..aaa…..
வீணை எனது குழந்தை
வீணை எனது குழந்தை
அதில் மீட்டும் சுரங்கள் மழலை.......
வீணை எனது குழந்தை
The Veena is my child.
The Veena is my child.
The musical notes played on it are like a baby's innocent babble.
The Veena is my child.
மடி மீது நான் வைத்து தாலாட்டுவேன்
மடி மீது நான் வைத்து தாலாட்டுவேன்
அதில் மகரந்த ராகங்கள் நான் மீட்டுவேன்
I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby.
I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby.
From it, I will pluck ragas sweet as pollen.
வீணை.......வீணை.......
வீணை எனது குழந்தை
Veena……Veena…..
The Veena is my child.
அடடா எனக்கொரு சிறகொன்று முளைக்கின்றதே
விரல்கள் அசைத்தாலே சுரங்களின் ஊர்கோலம்
விழித்தே இருந்தாலும் கனவுகள் ஏராளம்
மனதுக்குள் மழை விழும் அனுபவமோ.....ஓஓஓ......ஓ.....
Oh my, wings seem to sprout upon me!
Just a movement of fingers creates a grand procession of musical notes.
Even while awake, dreams are boundless.
Is this the experience of rain falling inside my heart?
வான் மீது போகின்ற மேகங்களே
இசை கேட்க எனைத் தேடி வாருங்களேன்
என் வீணை......பொன் வீணை
உறங்காமல் கண் மூடி ஸ்ருதி சேர்க்கின்றேன்
உயிரெனும் தீபத்தில் நெய் வார்க்கின்றேன்
Oh clouds drifting across the sky!
Come seeking me to listen to this music!
My Veena….. golden Veena!
Sleepless, with closed eyes, I align the pitch.
I pour ghee into the lamp of my soul.
வீணை.......வீணை.......
வீணை எனது குழந்தை
Veena……Veena…..
The Veena is my child.
வாழ்வே கனவினில் வரைகின்ற நீர்க்கோலமே....ஏ....
இருக்கும் வரையிங்கே இசையொரு சந்தோஷம்
நிலமே மறைந்தாலும் நிலைப்பது சங்கீதம்
ஸ்வரங்களே வரங்களாய் திரிகின்றதே.......ஏ.......
Life is like a decorative water-pattern drawn in a dream.
As long as we live here, music is pure happiness.
Even if the earth vanishes, music is eternal.
The musical notes are turning into divine boons.
விழியோரம் துளியொன்று திரள்கின்றதே
என் வீணைதனில் வந்து விழுகின்றதே
இது போதும்.......இசை போடும்
செவி எங்கும் அமுதாக நான் பாய்கின்றேன்
புவியெங்கும் இசையாக நான் கேட்கின்றேன்
A tear drop gathers at the edge of my eye.
It falls right onto my Veena.
This is enough… music is enough.
I flow into every ear like divine nectar.
I hear music echoing across the entire world.
வீணை எனது குழந்தை
அதில் மீட்டும் சுரங்கள் மழலை.......
வீணை எனது குழந்தை
The Veena is my child.
The musical notes played on it are like a baby's innocent babble.
The Veena is my child.
மடி மீது நான் வைத்து தாலாட்டுவேன்
மடி மீது நான் வைத்து தாலாட்டுவேன்
அதில் மகரந்த ராகங்கள் நான் மீட்டுவேன்
I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby.
I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby.
From it, I will pluck ragas sweet as pollen.
வீணை.......வீணை.......
வீணை எனது குழந்தை
Veena……Veena…..
The Veena is my child.
Aaa…..aa……aa…..aa…..
Aaa…..aa……aa…..aa…..
A…..aa……aa…..aaa…..aaa…..
A…..aa……aa…..aaa…..aaa…..
Veenai enathu kuzhnthai
The Veena is my child.
Veenai enathu kuzhnthai
The Veena is my child.
Athil meettum surangal mazhalai
The musical notes played on it are like a baby's innocent babble.
Veenai enathu kuzhnthai
The Veena is my child.
Madi meedhu naan vaiththu thaalaattuvaen
I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby.
Madi meedhu naan vaiththu thaalaattuvaen
I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby.
Athil magarantha raagangal naan meettuvaen
From it, I will pluck ragas sweet as pollen.
Veenai……veenai…..
Veena……Veena…..
Veenai enathu kuzhnthai
The Veena is my child.
Adadaa enakkoru sirakondru mulaikkindrathae
Oh my, wings seem to sprout upon me!
Viralgal asaiththaalae surangalin oorkolam
Just a movement of fingers creates a grand procession of musical notes.
Vizhiththae irnthaalum kanavugal yaeraalam
Even while awake, dreams are boundless.
Manathukkul mazhai vizhum anubavamo….ooo….oo..
Is this the experience of rain falling inside my heart?
Vaan meedhu pogindra megangalae
Oh clouds drifting across the sky!
Isai ketkka enaith thedi vaarungalaen
Come seeking me to listen to this music!
En veenai…..pon veenai
My Veena….. golden Veena!
Urangaamal kann moodi shruthi saerkkindren
Sleepless, with closed eyes, I align the pitch.
Uyirenum dheepaththil nei vaarkkindren
I pour ghee into the lamp of my soul.
Veenai……veenai…..
Veena……Veena…..
Veenai enathu kuzhnthai
The Veena is my child.
Vaazhvae kanavinil varaigindra neerkolamae….ae…
Life is like a decorative water-pattern drawn in a dream.
Irukkum varaiyingae isaiyoru santhosam
As long as we live here, music is pure happiness.
Nilamae marainthaalum nilaippathu sangeetham
Even if the earth vanishes, music is eternal.
Swarangalae varangalaai thirigindrathae…ae….
The musical notes are turning into divine boons.
Vizhiyoram thuliyondru thiralgindrathae
A tear drop gathers at the edge of my eye.
En veenaithanil vanthu vizhugindrathae
It falls right onto my Veena.
Idhu pothum….isai podum
This is enough… music is enough.
Sevi engum amuthaaga naan paaigindraen
I flow into every ear like divine nectar.
Puvi engum isaiyaaga naan ketkkindraen
I hear music echoing across the entire world.
Veenai enathu kuzhnthai
The Veena is my child.
Athil meettum surangal mazhalai
The musical notes played on it are like a baby's innocent babble.
Veenai enathu kuzhnthai
The Veena is my child.
Madi meedhu naan vaiththu thaalaattuvaen
I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby.
Madi meedhu naan vaiththu thaalaattuvaen
I will hold it on my lap and sing it a lullaby.
Athil magarantha raagangal naan meettuvaen
From it, I will pluck ragas sweet as pollen.
Veenai……veenai…..
Veena……Veena…..
Veenai enathu kuzhnthai
The Veena is my child.
Beyond the translation
Song interpretation
In 'Veenai enathu kuzhnthai', the protagonist expresses a deeply intimate and spiritual bond with the Veena, treating the musical instrument not merely as an object, but as her own child. The notes that emanate from its strings are likened to the sweet, innocent babble of an infant, and cradling the instrument on her lap evokes the tenderness of singing a lullaby. Music elevates her soul, granting her a sense of weightlessness as if wings were sprouting on her back, and making her feel that even the passing clouds ought to pause and listen. As the song progresses, she reflects on the ephemeral nature of life, comparing it to a temporary pattern drawn on water in a dream. Amidst life's transience, music shines as an imperishable joy that endures even if the physical world fades. The act of creating music becomes a holy ritual—pouring her soul like ghee into a flame, culminating in tears of bliss that drop onto the instrument, filling the world and every ear with divine nectar.
Writing craft
Poetic devices
Metaphor (Uruvagam)
“Veenai enathu kuzhnthai / Uyirenum dheepaththil nei vaarkkindren”
Equating the instrument directly to a child ('Veenai enathu kuzhnthai') and the soul/life to a lamp ('Uyirenum dheepaththil').
Simile / Analogy (Upamai)
“Athil meettum surangal mazhalai / Vaazhvae kanavinil varaigindra neerkolamae”
Comparing the musical notes to the tender babble of an infant ('surangal mazhalai') and life to a fragile water-kolam in a dream ('Vaazhvae kanavinil varaigindra neerkolamae').
Hyperbole (Uyarvu Navirtchi)
“Adadaa enakkoru sirakondru mulaikkindrathae / Nilamae marainthaalum nilaippathu sangeetham”
Exaggerating the transcendent feeling of music as sprouting wings ('sirakondru mulaikkindrathae') and asserting music's survival beyond the disappearance of earth ('Nilamae marainthaalum nilaippathu sangeetham').
Rhyme / Alliteration (Monai and Edhugai)
“Sevi engum amuthaaga naan paaigindraen / Puvi engum isaiyaaga naan ketkkindraen”
Use of matching second letters ('Edhugai') in 'Sevi engum' and 'Puvi engum', creating a rhythmic symmetry.
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Trivia
Written by lyricist Vairamuthu for the 1985 movie 'Oonjalaadum Uravugal', the song stands out for its maternal allegories applied to classical Indian instrumental music. It beautifully illustrates how an artist's devotion turns musical creation into a maternal act of creation.
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