![]() ![]() Hey, sister of the rich one, who owned, The mooing she buffalo with a calf, Which took pity on the calf, And gave out plenty, Of milk to it through its udder, And made his courtyard slushy with milk, We are assembled in thine yard, In the dripping fog, And sing about Him, Who killed in anger the king of Southern Lanka, And who is very dear one, But open your mouth, you don’t. ![]() ![]() Iniththaan ezhundhiraay eedhenna per urakkamĪnaiththu illaththaarum arindhelor embaavaay Manaththukku iniyaanai paadavum nee vaay thiravaay Panith thalai veezha nin vaasar kadai patriĬhinaththinaal then ilangai komaanai chetra Nanaiththu illam seraakkum nar chelvan thangaay Kanaiththu ilam katrerumai kanrukku irangi Oh daughter of the cattle baron, Who milks herds of cows, And wages war on enemies And makes his enemies loose their strength, Oh Golden tendril, Oh lass who has the mount of venus, Like the hood of the snake, Wake up and come, When your flock of friends, Have come to your courtyard, And sing of Krishna, Who has the colour of the cloud, Oh rich, rich lady, How can you neither move nor talk, And lie in deep trance, And not worship our Goddess pavai. Suthaththu thozhimaar ellaarum vandhu nin
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