Treasure Island

Tyagaraja

(1767 - 1847 / India)

Enta bhAgyamu


Ragam : sAranga

Thalam : dEshAdi

Pallavi : Enta bhAgyamu ! mApAla galgitivi EvarIDu mujjagamulalO dana

Anupallavi : centajEri saujanyuDai paliki cinta bAga tOlaginci brocitivi !

Charanam : munnu nIsamIpamuna vElayu sanmunulanElla naNimAdi lIlalacE dinnagAnu pAlanamu jEsinaTu nannu gAcitivi tyAgarAjanuta


Meaning:

What good fortune is this? You are my refuge. Who is your equal in the three worlds?

You came near me talked to me with your charming face and alleviated me of all my worries.

Long ago, you did the same by protecting all the sages who realised you through the eight sidhdhis like Anima. You have done the same to me. Tyagaraja worships you.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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