In darkness lost was I, as the guiding light you came
Kaattil Tholainthaen,Vazhiyaai Vanthanai
In the forest lost was I, as the way out you came
Irulil Tholainthaen,Oliyaai Vanthanai
In darkness lost was I, as the guiding light you came
Ethanil Tholainthaal...
Where should I lose myself...
(hmmmmmmmm....mmmmmmmm)
tha thum
tha ga dhi na tha ga dhi na thom tha ga dhi na thom tha
thum tha ga dhi na
tha ga thi na thom tha ga dhi na thom tha
thum tha ga dhi na tha
tha ga dhi na thom
tha ga dhi na thom tha
tha ga dhi na
tha
ga thi na thom
tha ga dhi na thom
tha
tha ga dhi na tha ga thi na thom tha ga dhi na thom
tha
Ethanil Tholainthaal Neeyae Varuvaai...?
Where should I lose myself, for You to come?
Malargal Kaettaen Vanamae Thanthanai
Flowers I asked, A flowering garden you gave
Thanneer Kaettaen Amirtham Thanthanai
Water I asked, Nectar you gave
(flute instrumental)
Pallam Veezhnthaen Sigaram Saerthanai
In a low valley I fell, to the highest peak you carried me
Vellam Veezhnthaen Karaiyil Saerthanai
In raging waters I fell, to the calm shore you carried me
Pallam Veezhnthaen Sigaram Saerthanai
In a low valley I fell, to the highest peak you carried me
Vellam Veezhnthaen Karaiyil Saerthanai
In raging waters I fell, to the calm shore you carried me
Ethanil Veezhnthaal....
Where should I fall...
...aahhhhh....aahhhhhhhhh....aahhhhhhhh aaaah...
Ethanil Veezhnthaal Unnidam Saerppaai...?
Where should I fall, to be carried/taken to You?
Malargal Kaettaen Vanamae Thanthanai
Flowers I asked, A flowering garden you gave
Thanneer Kaettaen Amirtham Thanthanai
Water I asked, Nectar you gave
Malargal Kaettaen Vanamae Thanthanai
Flowers I asked, A flowering garden you gave
Thanneer Kaettaen Amirtham Thanthanai
Water I asked, Nectar you gave
Yedhai naan kaetpin....
What should I ask then..
....ahhhhhh...aaahhh...
Y
edhai naan kaetpin unaiyae tharuvaai ....?
What should I ask then, for you to give yourself (to me)....?
unaiyae tharuvaai ....?
For you to give yourself...?
Malargal Kaettaen Vanamae Thanthanai
Flowers I asked, A flowering garden you gave
Thanneer Kaettaen Amirtham Thanthanai
Water I asked, Nectar you gave
Malargal Kaettaen Vanamae Thanthanai
Flowers I asked, A flowering garden you gave
Thanneer Kaettaen Amirtham Thanthanai
Water I asked, Nectar you gave
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I find this song to be soulful, deep, melodious with devotional correlations.
Of course, in context with the movie OK Kanmani, this was meant to be a romantic number describing how one lover reminisces about the other and yearns to unite forever with their counterpart.
I relate the lyrics (which are mesmerizing and pull at all the right heart strings) with the Universe, which for me has done exactly what the lover has done for their counterpart in this song.
I had and have asked for what I thought was the best for me and I ended up receiving much more than I could even imagine, in comparison to which my initial desire seemed feeble.
I had and have asked for a few moments of peace to help me regain my strength to deal with chaos and I ended up receiving liberation from the chaos.
I have so much to thank the Universe for and my long term yearning is to merge with It that has given me so much abundance.... When will this union happen? When will I finally rest in peace merged inside my Universe?
I know not...yet I yearn for it, with quiet expectation and complete trust that the Universe itself is guiding me in my journey to unite with it like a mother guides her crawling baby from a distance to finally merge inside her warm bosom...Protecting me at all times yet allowing me to learn my lessons on my own, waiting patiently for me to reach It.
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Music Credits-AR Rahman
Lyrics Credits- Vairamuthu
Main Vocals - K S Chitra & A R Rahman
Music Label - Sony Music Entertainment India Pvt Ltd
Film- OK Kanmani
Swaraa Credits:
@VoxGuru
http://www.pratibhamusic.com/
I have linked the originally released lyric video & swaraa tutorial video available in YouTube, none of which are my productions.
The creators are to be credited for their respective work♥️🙏
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