Pollatha pillai ondrai
Oothukadu Venkata Subba iyer
Ragam Karahara Priya
Pollatha pillai ondrai petha Yasodai,
Pullankuzhal oothi , kandrudan aadi,
Punnagai ondru konde , manathil idam thedi,
Nillatha kaliyan thalai mel aadi ,
Neelavanna kolahalan yendra
Arangamillathu aravu patameri nadamaadum,
AAyiram kan paarkka giriyai kudai naadum,
Karam kol moongil ondraal ganamisaithu aadum,
Karuthodu uriyeri vennai kalavadum.
The Yasoda who gave birth to that mischievous child,
Became greater than all –She
Has become who does not even see us.
Playing with the calf along with his flute,
Finding a place in our mind , just by his smile,
Who without stopping danced on the head of Kalinga,
And who was of blue colour and noisy
He danced on the hood of a snake since he did not have a stage,
He used the mountain as an umbrella with one thousand eyes seeing,
He was playing music with a bamboo in his hand,
And he was stealing butter from the rope shelf.
That shines in the sky,
Is your face the full moon.
Showing your colours , playing music in the flute,
Oh God who shook us in to a state of trance,
Oh God who came to fill our mind, light it up,
And fill it with joy , Oh Godd who was in Brindavan,
Oh God who defeated Kalinga,
Thitha jam , thajam thari thaam,
THithajam thajam thari thaam tha thagida,
Kundari thari jaganamthari thatheem kina thom,
Nidhaa padama makaari sa nee.
In the bank of the river, that day at this time,
Was he the newly opened scented flower , Is he petal of the flower ,
I would not forget your grace along with a mind of mercy,
When I lost my mind to you when I heard about your moon like face,
I would not live even for a second, THittharikku,
Tharkutheem thathari theemitha januna janutha theem,
Thalathathingina thom thathith thakana janthari,
THithakanaka janthari thakanaka janthari ,
I would not forget your stain less face .