The town is asleep, the world pitch dark
the waters calm the night unending.
If our Lord who swallowed the world
Lies stretched on his snake and will not come,
Who? alas! will save this sinner?
Who will save me when a thick pall
covers the sea, the earth and the sky
And this fell night goes on without end?
My blue hued Kannan will not come
And my heart you too will not favour me!
You too won't favour me and the night
stretches on long as an eon
If that fierce bow man my Rama
Will not come to rescue me
I know no way, a woman ill fated
To put an end to my life.
Not wishing to face a woman in distress
Even the radiant sun is in hiding
If that dark bull who measured the earth
Large eyed red lipped will not show up
Who will end my huge agony?
Who bothers about me? My mother and friends
never enquiring how are you? sleep through the night
If our dark hued kannan too
will not make his apperance
and my dark fate won't kill me.
and my infamy will last
My lovesickness pushes from behind
And all before me darkness blinds.
If that mighty wizard with the discus
won't turn up who will rescue me
from my never ending life?
Who will rescue me from this place
where the night stretches like an eon
and the sky is full of pitch dark atoms
unless he comes with his conch and his discus?
My sins ablaze like a fire
What? O gods shall i do?
What O God shall i do indeed
When a single night is like seven eons
standing near and enfeebling me?
If my Lord won't turn up with his discus
the cool southern breeze will scorch me like fire.
Scorched tormented by darkness
The sun in his chariot not appearing
If the Lord with his red lotus eyes
will not make his appearance either
Who will quell my heart ache?
Like me the wide sky also melts
in little drops of darkness
and the world sleeps on with none to say
He who spanned the world once
will not turn up now.
this decade of the tune full thousand
composed by Kurugur Satagopan
of well watered groves
is in praise of the Lord
who in yoga seems to sleep
How can anyone who recites it
Not reach paradise on dying?
the waters calm the night unending.
If our Lord who swallowed the world
Lies stretched on his snake and will not come,
Who? alas! will save this sinner?
Who will save me when a thick pall
covers the sea, the earth and the sky
And this fell night goes on without end?
My blue hued Kannan will not come
And my heart you too will not favour me!
You too won't favour me and the night
stretches on long as an eon
If that fierce bow man my Rama
Will not come to rescue me
I know no way, a woman ill fated
To put an end to my life.
Not wishing to face a woman in distress
Even the radiant sun is in hiding
If that dark bull who measured the earth
Large eyed red lipped will not show up
Who will end my huge agony?
Who bothers about me? My mother and friends
never enquiring how are you? sleep through the night
If our dark hued kannan too
will not make his apperance
and my dark fate won't kill me.
and my infamy will last
My lovesickness pushes from behind
And all before me darkness blinds.
If that mighty wizard with the discus
won't turn up who will rescue me
from my never ending life?
Who will rescue me from this place
where the night stretches like an eon
and the sky is full of pitch dark atoms
unless he comes with his conch and his discus?
My sins ablaze like a fire
What? O gods shall i do?
What O God shall i do indeed
When a single night is like seven eons
standing near and enfeebling me?
If my Lord won't turn up with his discus
the cool southern breeze will scorch me like fire.
Scorched tormented by darkness
The sun in his chariot not appearing
If the Lord with his red lotus eyes
will not make his appearance either
Who will quell my heart ache?
Like me the wide sky also melts
in little drops of darkness
and the world sleeps on with none to say
He who spanned the world once
will not turn up now.
this decade of the tune full thousand
composed by Kurugur Satagopan
of well watered groves
is in praise of the Lord
who in yoga seems to sleep
How can anyone who recites it
Not reach paradise on dying?
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