njan entha parayuka....pranayam athu enneyum aakramichirikkunnu....ennile enne enikku nashtapedunnu...ente pranayamakunna avan ende ormakale ottapeduthunnooooo

I hate to think of the day
that gives me pain at night
But I still recall the Sun
that used to rain at night.

I stood in the wind
and tried to capture it.
But when I saw the butterfly
flying flat and low-
I let the wind go,
I let it go.

The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.

For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours

nilaavinte thooval thodunna poole
nisha pushpam raavil mayangum poole...
ente pranayam...engane aanu...just like tiny dewdrops...
orkan sukamulla oru ormakal....

Be like the flowing river
silent in the night
be not afraid of the dark
if there are stars in the sky
reflect them back
if there are clouds in the sky,
remember,clouds like the river,are water,
so gladly reflect them too
in your own tranquil depth