Nee vanti deivamanu

Nee vanti deivamanu

By

Saint Thyagaraja

Translated  by

P.R.Ramachander

Ragam  THodi

Thalam   AAdhi

Pallavi

Nee  vanti deivamu , Shadanana,

Nenenthu kaanaraa

Pallavi

Of six faced one ,I have not been  able to see,

A God  like   you.

Anupallavi

Palinchi chooda tharamu kaani,

Brahma puri nilaya, Girija Thanaya

Anupallavi

Oh  son of Parvathi, Oh God who lives in Cheekazhi ,

In spite of thinking    , it was not possible to see any one like you.

Charanam

1.Sari paluratho  Kailasa girini  shubhakruthitho  natakanu

Verapu leka   pranavardhamu  thanuanu  vidhini kopakinchi,

Saraguna  nava veerulan  doka kinkaruni  mummaru selavu ichi,

Surulu  mura purarulu  vini mechaka  Varusaganu   srushti   sakthino  sangina.

1.When you with auspicious form  were playing on   top of Kailsa mountain with children like you,

Without any fear you told Brahma that the meaning  of Pranava is yourself and got angry with him,

And suddenly seeing one of your nine assistants  and giving him order for three  times,

Making Devas, Vishnu and Lord Shiva appreciate you and granted that  hero the power to create.

2.Hari haraluku  Dik palurakala  , sasi suryalukku,

Mari Vidhya dharalukku  Brahmandamuna   velayu veeradhulakku,

Tharamu kaka ninnu jatha  koodi  sarananagaa  vini sairinchagaa,

Parama drohiyaina   Soora Padmasurini   keerthiganu   Garrva manasina.

When Lords Vishnu , Shiva, the guardians of eight directions  , the famous Sun and moon,

And also Vidhyadharas and all the great heroes who live  in this great universe,

Were not able to bear  and when they approached  and surrendered to you ,

After  hearing their request , you destroyed the pride  and fame  of the Very Bad  Soora Padma.

3.Mara kotulandhu  kkalgia   srungaaramella nindhu  mukha nee  konagorunu,

Polune  , Aduvanti   Shubha karamu   santhathamu,

SAareku  namadhini   nilapina  kumara, Dhayapara , Neeraja lochana,

THakadhipa  kaladharudukku  Sri Thyagaraja santhu thachi  thahitha.

3.Oh God who has a face  with  all the loveliness of billions of Gods of love,

Which may not be equal to the prettiness    of even the tip of your nail,

And which  auspicious form  is kept in my mind   by  you,

Oh lad, Oh merciful one  , Oh lotus   eyed one, oh the lord of stars,

Who is praised by Thyagaraja who keeps the crescent on his head,

And who  does good to all devotees   who approach   him.