[Original]
kaNNan mananilaiyai Thangame Thangam
kaNDuvara vENumaDi tangamE tangam
eNNam uraittuvidil tangamE tangam - pinnar
Edenilum seyvamaDi tangamE tangam
kannigai yAyirundu tangamE tangam -- nAngaL
kAlangaL kazhippamaDi tangamE tangam
anniya mannar makkaL bUmiyiluNDAm--ennum
adanaiyum solliDaDi tangamE tangam
Oh Thangam, tell him I might spend
sonna mozhitavaRu mannavanukkE --engum
tOzhamai illaiyaDi tangamE tangam
enna pizhaigaLingu kaNDirukkiRAn?--avai
yAvum telivupera kETTuviDaDI
maiyal koDuttuviTTut tangamE tangam---talai
maRaindu thiribavarkku mAnamumuNDO?
poyyai yuruvamena koNDavan enRE --kizhap
ponni uraitha thundu tangamE tangam
ATrangarai adanil munnam orunAL - enai
azhaithu thani idattil pesiyadellam
Thutrri nagar murasu sATruvEn enRe
solli varuvaiyaDi tangamE tangam
cOram izhaittu iDaiyar peNgaLuDanE - avan
sUzhccit tiRamai pala kATTuv dellAm
vIra maRak kulattu mAdariDattE
vENDiya dillaiyenRu solli viDaDI
peNNenRu bUmitanil piRanduviTTAl - migap
pIzhai irukkudaDi tangamE tangam!
paNNonRu vEynguzhalil Udi vandiTTAn - adaip
paTRi maRakku tillai panjai uLLamE
nEra muzhudilum appAvi tannaiyE - uLLam
ninaindu maRugudaDi tangamE tangam
tIra orusol inRu kETTu vandiTTAl
[Translation]
I bid you, O precious one, seek out and bring word
Of Kannan's state of mind
I would decide my future course
If he were to speak his mind clearly, O precious one.
Tell him we might remain
A maiden for the rest of our lives, O precious one
And there are princes born of kings of foreign lands
Who roam the earth with open arms, O precious one.
A king who forsakes his word
Finds no kinship anywhere, O precious one
What are the faults in me he perceived
Let him list those, O precious one.
After inflaming my heart, O precious one
He wanders incognito, unabashed
Now, I have heard old Ponni's say,
He is the very embodiment of falsehood, O precious one
He spoke words of love in the past
when he bid me come to the river bank,
O precious one
Warn him that I shall proclaim to the world
Those very words, O precious one.
He has mastered many tricks, O precious one
From his practice with unsuspecting cow maids
Tell him they will not work
upon a woman born in a warrior clan, O precious one.
he life of one born as a woman, is fraught with misery
O precious one,
He came bearing an ethereal song on his flute
Now this parched heart refuses to let go, O precious one.
In all my waking moments
My heart frets upon that wretch, O precious one
Bring one clear word from him,
I shall entrust my fate in god’s hands, O precious one.
Here is a lovely ragamalika rendition of the song


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