If I were the glowing dreams
Flowing by the swaying of golden feathers,
If I were the swirling dreams
Kissing the golden frontiers of heaven,
Every day in excitement
To your abode I would have come
And sprinkled the flowers
On your swan feathered bed for you to sleep.
If I were your everlasting thirst
In the innermost of your heart,
If I were your yearning desire
In the silent mind that you bear
Every day in merriment
In your thoughts I would have come
And showered the glittering love
That is bursting in me ready to outpour.
O’ my dear singer, if I were in your songs
That you have kept in your treasure of thoughts
If I were the tune you make
With your fingers by a tender touch,
Through The lovely dreams that take wings in me,
To claim I would have come
For those songs in which I am in different hues
During the nights when the flowers blossom.
Courtesy: “Swarnachaamaram veesiyethunna swapnamaayirunnengil njaan”
The hypnotic lines from the pen of Late VAYALAAR RAAMA VARMA. Indeed great in melody, mood and music by Devarajan.
I have heard and read long ago that the Greeks got mesmerized by the tenderness and slenderness of the fabric made out from Muslin that could pass through a finger ring.
Here, I could see and feel the lines in this lyric woven finely, passing through the needle hole of love.
I hope I could create a translation as a partial fulfillment of my dream. In this I have taken liberty to cut off the lines of the female voice: “Gaayakaa…………”to make the love of the male much more sublime. The nectar is nectar. I only tried to take a bit of sugar from it to quench my thirst.
With pranams to Vayalar who lives in the hearts of millions.
Date 9th August 2014.