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Omana Thingal kidavo

                                          Omana Thingal Kidavo?

                                             ( The most sung lullaby of Kerala)
                                                         Iravi Amman Thampi
                                                             Translation by
(This famous lullaby is supposed to be composed by the great poet Iravi Amman Thampi at the request of the then queen of Travancore to sing while putting to sleep her son  who was the crown prince.)

Is he the darling baby of the moon?
Is he a very pretty lotus flower?
Is he the honey filled inside the flower?
Is he the soothing light of the full moon?
Is he the newly formed coral reef?
Is he prattling of the parrots?
Is he the slowly moving peacock?
Is he the sweet song by the Nightingale?
Is he a jumping baby of the deer?
Is he the swan which shines?
Is he the treasure given by God?
Is he the parrot held by Parvathy?
Is he the tender leaves of Parijatha?
Is he the result of my lucky streak?
Is he a golden box given to me to store the gem of my love?
Is he the pot of nectar kept for all to see?
Is he a lamp kept in pitch darkness?
Is he the seed for the tender plant of fame?
Is he a pearl which never gets dim?
Is he the shine of God to cure my eye sight?
Is he the meaning of what is written?
Is he the music from Veena played in a low tone?
Is he the flower at the end of the creeper of happiness?
Is he the bouquet made of sweet scented jasmine flowers?
Is he the sugar candy which creates desire in the tongue?
Is he the incense of the musk?
Is he the property of good people?
Is he the wind carrying scent of flowers?
Is he that which makes the gold more pure?
Is he boiled and condensed milk?
Is he the rose water with sweet scent?
Is he the land from which goodness is reaped?
Is he the house where great charities live?
Is he the water which removes the  thirst?
Is he the shade which removes tiredness in travel?
Is he the jasmine flower which never fades?
Is he the money that I have earned?
Is he the lucky first sight to the eye?
Is he the wishing gem that I have got?
Is he a pretty holy river?
Is he the play of the baby Krishna who is black?
Is he the dot worn in the forehead by Goddess Lakshmi?
Is he the baby Krishna who has dressed like my baby?
Is he the gift of Lord Padmanabha?
Is he the luck entering my courtyard?

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