The evening shadows gather,
Darkness spreads across the land.
The branches of the ancient banyan sway,
As winds from the kamathas
Whirl around the quiet village.
“Dadakiri Appa,
Dadakiri Appa…”
I lost track of time in idle talk,
Not knowing dusk had come.
Now my baby cries at home—
I run with haste
To soothe the little one’s tears.
“Dadakiri Appa,
Dadakiri Appa…”
My heart trembles with the owl’s cry,
Fear grows heavy in the night.
But my child waits—
So I will hurry home,
Please do not frighten me.
“Dadakiri Appa,
Dadakiri Appa…”
From afar I hear your gentle voice,
Cradling my child with care.
With your blessing, O Lord,
I know my child is safe.
“Dadakiri Appa,
Dadakiri Appa…”
The evening shadows gather,
Darkness spreads across the land.
The branches of the ancient banyan sway,
As winds from the kamathas
Whirl around the quiet village.
“Dadakiri Appa,
Dadakiri Appa…”