At that very night of your birth
Oh the one, who is Devaki’s born
You were held so dear but as Yashoda’s morn
Then to be raised on your own and by your worth
Oh the one, who is Devaki’s born
You were held so dear but as Yashoda’s morn
Then to be raised on your own and by your worth
The wretched Kamsa
To kill you he sweltered ahead
You left no trace of his
Burning like fire within him till you left him dead
To kill you he sweltered ahead
You left no trace of his
Burning like fire within him till you left him dead
To the one with such mysterious gifts as this
Here we come begging to you and at your door
Here we come begging to you and at your door
If our wish you reach and make them real
We shall sing our bond and praise your might
Those that shall bloom your lover’s smiles
And give us bliss even away from miles.
We shall sing our bond and praise your might
Those that shall bloom your lover’s smiles
And give us bliss even away from miles.
2009-10 Srirangam Andal Alankaaram
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