The mighty rains are pouring down.The Menik Ganga swells around.To Kataragama,The monsoon season now has come.The Kavadi dancers fill the shrine.Haro Hara, Haro Hara. Clouds collide and break apart,Lightning splits the darkened sky.This is the dwelling of the Six-Faced Lord on high.The monsoon season now has come.In Panama and Kumana, peacocks dance and proudly cry.Haro…
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…
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…
Farmer, behold my little son,One day he will grow to eat rice from the earth.O God, look—my child sleeps in peace,Soft as the evening breeze. Son, do you dream of being cradledIn the lap of gentle Malokudevi?Do you see the Bodhi leaves swaying in the night wind,Glistening softly under the silver moonlight? Do you dream…
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…