Hear me, Ajjuna… hear me, Pajjuna,When you journey toward Thiriya, seek news of my eldest son.The spies have whispered—he prays by the river’s edge. Anuradhapura burns beneath the hand of our foes,so our kin in Kaduruwela know nothing of his fate.Do not let him know my heart still searches.Discover his needs in silence, and ease…
They say my lover was found as an infant,abandoned in a forest of roses.Yet even now he runs from the smallest spider,afraid to walk alone when night descends.On the street he moves with girlish airs. My lover—my delicate lover—ah, bastard! my lover. A matchmaker brought him to me,from a village far away,from a family proud…
Chorus Shall we dance the “Rērang Māloku Dance”?Shall we dance the “Rērang Māloku Dance”? Let us hold Lord Mahasen’s sword in our hand.Let all of Uva become the Asuras’ land.Through the skies in flying craft we’ll glide.Like the Rakusas of Sinhala we’ll stride.Let us dance the Hakkme Kovila rite.And remember our departed kin tonight. Chorus…
The novice…You are my uninitiated one. He drifts away slowly, yet glances back in secret,Whistling now and then, just to trouble my heart.The novice…You are my uninitiated one. At night I hear his voice in song,Weaving colorful dreams through the silence.He tries to make me believe each lyricWas written only for me.The novice…You are my…
In the little world of my childhood days,There were kites, and kites, and kites alone.In the little world where you once grew,Life was adorned with earrings, bangles, necklaces, and charms. The spinning globe turned on without our knowing,And time quietly slipped away.Before we ever realized it,We drifted apart and slowly became adults. In my world,…