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Lanterns (A translation of the song Cherathukal from Kumbalangi Nights)

All through these lanterns, with fiery hot memories of you
with a bunch of beautiful kisses that were never given
in this swirling deep darkness as much I can, I’ll burn
Cooling the hard pain in the world, like a chilly wind in the morning, I’ll flow
Toweling off the wet body of dawn, like the sunlight,
I’ll be On this earth like a swinging wave I’ll come…
as your sky These filling depths of tears, like the sea, I’ll encroach] Hey son…I’m here close by as an invisible surveillance (protecting you)
Hey son…I’m watching over you from afar like a guardian angel]

ചെരാതുകൾ തോറും നിൻ തീയോർമ്മയായ്
തരാതെ പോം ചാരുവാം ഉമ്മകളാൽ
ചുഴലുന്നൊരീ കുറ്റാക്കൂരിരുൾ കഴിയോളം ഞാനെരിയാം
ഉലകിൻ കടുനോവാറ്റും തണുത്തോരു
പുലർകാറ്റായ് വീശിടാം ഞാൻ
ഉഷസ്സിൻ നനമെയ് തോർത്താനിറങ്ങും വെയിലായിടാം
പാരിലൊരുഞ്ഞാലയലയായി ഞാൻ വരാം നിന്നാകാശമായ്
നിറയുന്നൊരീ കണ്ണീർക്കയങ്ങൾ കടൽ ഞാൻ കരേറിടാം
മകനേ ഞാനുണ്ടരികത്തൊരു കാണാക്കൺനോട്ടമായ്
മകനേ ഞാനുണ്ടകലത്തൊരു കാവൽ മാലാഖയായ്

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