Thiruppavai is the Hindu Spiritual Song which is sung by Andal also called as Nachiyar, who is fairly known as the best devotee of Lord Perumal. Thiruppavai contains of 30 Pasurams which is for 30 Days of the Month Margazhi. Here we have given you all 30 songs lyrics in Tamil with its meaning. Thiruppavai All 30 Songs in Mp3 Format. Thiruppavai Song 1 in Tamil with Meaning. Thiruppavai Song 2 in Tamil with Meaning.
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Vasanthi Ramesh Translated by P. This is a song which is a prelude to Thiruppavai and is generally termed as thaniyan or that which stands separately. Andal from the swan filled Puduvai, Sang she, in her sweet voice, Several enchanting sweet odes, For being sung during, The worship and adulation of Pavai.
They are but a garland to him, From her who wore them first, Before presenting them to Him. In this month of Marghazhi  On this day filled with the light of moon, Come for bathing, Oh ladies who are richly dressed, And Oh ladies in rich homes of cowherds, For he with the sharp spear, He who kills his enemies without mercy, He who is the son of Nanda gopa  He who is the darling son of Yasodha  Who wore scented flower garlands, He who is a lion cub, He who is pretty in black colour, He who has small red eyes, He who has a face like the well-lit moon, And He, who is our Lord Narayana  Is going to give us big drums, So that we bathe and worship Our Goddess Pavai, In a way that the whole world sings about.
Oh, people of this world, Be pleased to hear of those penances, That we daily do for the worship of Pavai, We will sing of those holy feet, Of Him who sleeps in the ocean of milk  We will not take the very tasty ghee, We will avoid the health giving milk, We will daily bathe before the dawn, We will not wear any collyrium  We will not tie flowers in our hair, We will not do Any act that is banned, We will not talk ill of any to any one else, We will give alms and do charity, As much as we can, And do all those acts to make others free of sorrow, And worship our Goddess Pavai.
If we sing the praise of Him, Who grew big and measured the world  And worship our Goddess Pavai, Then would there be at least three rains a month, And the red paddy plants would grow big, And in their fields would the fish swim and play, And the spotted bees after sipping honey, To their hearts content, Would sleep in the flower themselves After having their fill, And the cows with big udder Would fill milk pots to the brim, And healthy cows and never diminishing wealth, Would fill the country, And all this I assure by worship of our Goddess Pavai.
Please obey our wishes, Oh rain God who comes from the sea, Enter the sea, please, and bring water to your fill, And with zest and sound take it up, And like the God of the deluge become black, And shine like the holy wheel in the hands, Of The God Padmanabha  who has powerful biceps, And make booming pleasing sounds, Like the right spiraled conch, And rain with out stop like the arrow storm, From Saranga the bow of Vishnu and descend on us, To make this world happy, And to help us take bath in month of Margahzhi, And worship our goddess Pavai.
To Him the enchanter of all, To Him the son of Mathura  in the north, To Him who played and frolicked, In the shores of holy Yamuna  , To Him who is the ornamental lamp, Of the family of cow herds, And to the Damodhara  who made, His mothers womb holy, We came after a holy bath, And offered pure flowers at his feet, And sang with our mouth, And brought the thoughts of him in our mind, And we were sure, That all our mistakes of the past, And all that we will do in future, Will vanish as ashes in fire, Oh, Goddess Pavai.
Did you not hear alternate twittering birds making loud noises, Did you not hear the loud sound of white conch, From the temple of the king of Garuda  , Oh, girls please wake up, Let us hear the holy sounds of "Hari  , Hari". From the savants and sages, Calling him who drank the poisonous milk from the ghost  , Him who kicked and killed the ogre of the cart  , And him who leeps on the great serpent Adi Sesha So that it goes through our mind, And make our mind cool, Oh, Goddess Pavai.
Did you not hear, Oh slow witted girl, The twittering sound of black birds of the morn, Which sounds like a talk between them, Did you not hear the tingling sound, When the big and small coin like pendants, Rub against each other, Did you not hear the sound of vigouros pull, Of the curd churner being pulled, By the flower bedecked cow herdesses, Did you not hear the sound of twirling curd, When churned using the mixer, Oh, leader among girls, How can you sleep, When they sing the names sweetly.
The eastern sky has become white, The buffalos are free to walk and graze, The remaining lasses, have stopped from going, All those who wanted to go, And have come to call you, Oh girl filled with happiness, Please wake up. Let us all sing and get gifts, From Him who has killed the horse like ogre  , By pulling apart his mouth, From Him who killed the wrestlers  , Sent to kill him, From the Narayana, who is first among the Gods, And prostrate before him..
Please hear what we tell. And decide for yourself, And worship our Goddess Pavai. Oh my uncle's daughter, who sleeps, In the soft cotton bed, In the pearl filled Villa, Well lit from all sides, And full of the smoke of incense, Please open the ornamental door. Oh aunt, why don't you wake her up, Is your daughter dumb or deaf, Or down right lazy, Or she is in trance of deep pleasurable sleep, Let us all call him the great enchanter, Madhavan  and he who lives in Vaikunta  , By several of His names, And get benefited, And worship the Goddess Pavai.
Oh lady fine, who has entered the heaven, Due to penance done in last birth, Won't you reply,please Won't you open the door,please If we pray the God Narayana, Having with him the scented garland, Made of holy basil, He would give us gifts, many, He is the same who is holy in times ancient, Sent Kumbhakarna  to his death, After beating him in the field of war.
Did that ogre give you his sleep, Before he went off from here, Oh lass who is very lazy, Oh lass, who is like pretty jewels, Wake up from your sleep, well, And open the door.
And worship the Goddess Pavai. Oh daughter of the cattle baron, Who milks herds of cows, And wages war on enemies And makes his enemies loose their strength, Oh Golden tendril, Oh lass who has the mount of venus, Like the hood of the snake, Wake up and come, When your flock of friends, Have come to your courtyard, And sing of Krishna , Who has the colour of the cloud, Oh rich, rich lady, How can you neither move nor talk , And lie in deep trance, And not worship our Goddess pavai.
Hey, sister of the rich one, who owned, The mooing she buffalow with a calf, Which took pity on the calf, And gave out plenty, Of milk to it through its udder, And made his courtyard slushy with milk, We are assembled in thine yard, In the dripping fog, And sing about Him, Who killed in anger the king of Southern Lanka  , And who is very dear one, But open your mouth, you don't.
Atleast wake up now, Why this very deep slumber, For people of all houses around, Have already become alert And are ready to worship our Goddess Pavai The lasses have reached, The place of prayer for Pavai, Singing the fame of our Lord. Who killed the ogre who came like a stork . And who cut off the heads of the bad ogre  , One by one. The venus has risen in the morn, The Jupiter has vanished from the sky, The birds are making lot of sound , Of beautiful one with wide eyes red as a flower.
Without taking bath by dipping again and again, In ice cold water, Would you prefer to sleep. Oh lass, On this holy day, Do not stay aside, And come to bathe with us. And worship our Goddess Pavai. In the pond in the backyard of your house. The lily in the ponds have opened, The night flowers have closed, The white toothed sages, Who wear clothes as red as, The powder of brick, Are going to their temples.
To sound the conch. You who promised to wake us up, Please wake up, Are you not ashamed, You chatter box, Let us all sing about the lotus eyed one, Who has a holy conch and wheel  , In his hands, And worship our Goddess Pavai.
Hey, He who guards the palace of Nanda Gopa  , Hey, who gauards the ornamental door with flags, Please be kind to open the door with bells, For yesterday the enchanter Kannan  , Has promised to give beating drums, To us the girls from the houses of cow herds. We have come after purification, To wake Him up with song, So do not talk of this and that, Hey dear man, And open the door with closed latches, So that we can worship our Goddess Pavai.
Hey Nandagopa, who does good deeds and charity, Who gives water, cloth and food to others, Pleas wake up. Our lady Yasodha, who is the light of the homes of cow herds, She who is dear to all the ladies, Please wake up. Hey,Krishna who is the king of Gods, Who went up tearing th sky. Please wake up, and do not sleep. Hey Baladeva  , who wears pure golden anklets, Please wake up along with your brother, So we can worship our Goddess Pavai.
Hey, Who is the fair daughter in law, Of Nanda gopa, who has several elephants, And who is a great hero who never ran away from his enemies, Hey Lady Nappinnai  , who has hair surrounded by holy scent, Please be kind to open the door.
The cocks are everywhere waking us up, The koels flock on the jasmine Pandals, And coo so that we all wake up, Hey Lady who happily plays ball, To help us sing your Lords fame, With your hands with tingling bangles, Please open the door with happiness, So that we can worship our Goddess Pavai.
In the light of the oil lamp, On the ornamental four legged ivory cot, On the soft bed filled with cotton, Reclining on the busts of Nappinnai, You sleep, Oh he who has a flower like heart, Please open your mouth.
She who has, wide black eyes with collyrium. We know that you will never allow him to wake up, For you can never bear to be away from Him, This is not that good, And cannot be accepted by us. Please allow us to worship our Goddess Pavai. Who has little red mouth, And who has thin narrow hips, Please wake up, Oh Goddess of wealth.
Please give mirror and fan, Just now to your consort, And allow us to take bath, And thus worship our Goddess Pavai. Oh son of him, Who owned several cows, Which gave so much milk, That always the milking vessel got overflowed, Please wake up. Oh Lord, who is full of mercy, Oh Lord, who is better than the best, Oh lord, who is the light that began the world, Please wake up. Like your flock of defeated enemies, Falling at your feet in surrender, We came praising you, So that we get fame, And worship our Goddess Pavai.
Like all the famous kings Of the wide World, that is pretty, Have crowded near your cot, After surrendering their ego, We also have come near. Will not the sight, Of your red eyes which is like the lotus Fall little by little on us? If you see us using those eyes, Which are like sun and the moon, All the curse on us will vanish, And we can worship our Goddess Pavai. Like the majestic lion wakes up with ire, From the mountain cave in the rainy season, Looks with fiery sight, And with deep angry sweat from all the hairs, Turns up its head with awe, And comes out making lots of din, Hey Lord, who is the colour of the blue lotus, Come from your temple to here, And sit on the majestic royal throne, And hear with compassion, For why we have come here, And help us to worship our Goddess Pavai.
We worship your feet which measured the world then, We worship your fame of winning over the king of Southern Lanka, We worship thine valour in breaking the ogre who came like a cart, We worship thy strength which threw the calf on the tree, We worship thine goodness in making the mountain as an umbrella  , And we worship the great spear in your hand which led to your victory, We have come hear to sing always for ever your praises, And get as gift the drums to sing, And worship our Goddess Pavai.
Being born to woman, And in the same night in hiding. You became the son of another, But this he could not tolerate, And wanted to cause more harm to you, And you great one, became, The fire in the stomach of that Kamsa  , We have come here with desire for a drum, And if you give the drum to us, We would sing about thine great fame and wealth, And would end our sorrows and become happy, And worship our Goddess Pavai.
Oh lord Vishnu, Oh lord who is like the blue sapphire, If you ask us what we need, In your great grace and great deeds, For our holy bath of Marghazhi, We will ask for very many conches Like the milk white conch of yours called Pancha Janya, Very many big drums whose sound can be heard everywhere, Several musicians of fame to sing Pallandu  Several beautiful pretty lamps, Several flags and cloths to make tents, Oh, He who sleeps on a banyan leaf at time of deluge, Please give us them all, So that we worship our Goddess Pavai.
Hey Lord Govinda, who is known for victory over enemies, After singing you we will get drums and many gifts, And after being praised by all the people, Wear we will the golden flower on our hair, Wear we will golden bracelets, Wear we will golden ear studs, Wear we would then the golden flowers on the ear, Wear we will ornaments on the legs, Wear we will pretty new dresses, Eat we will rice mixed with milk, Covering the rice fully with ghee, And with the ghee dripping from our forehands, We will be together and be happy, And worship our Goddess Pavai.
Belonging to the ignorant family of cow herds, Drive we would the cattle to the forest, And there we would all eat together, But We are blessed that you are one of us..
Oh Govinda who does not have any short comings. None can ever break the ties that we have with you,Oh Lord, We are but ignorant girls, who do not know the world, And in ignorance and love we have called you by name. Please hear why, In this very early dawn, We have come to worship, Your golden holy feet. You were born in our family of cow herds, And we are but there to obey your every wish, And not come to get only the drums from you,Oh Govinda. For ever and for several umpteen births, We would be only related to you, And we would be thine slaves, And so please remove all our other desires, And help us to worship Goddess Pavai.
He who sings with out error, The thirty odes in sweet tamil, Of the story of how the rich ladies, With faces like moon, Who worshipped and requested, The Madhava who is also Lord Kesava, Who churned the ocean of milk, For getting a drum to worship Goddess Pavai, As sung by Kodhai who is the dear daughter, Of Vishnu Chitta the bhattar, From the beautiful city of Puduvai, Will be happy and get the grace, Of our Lord Vishnu with merciful pretty eyes.
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Thiruppavai All 30 Songs in Tamil with Meaning
Vasanthi Ramesh Translated by P. This is a song which is a prelude to Thiruppavai and is generally termed as thaniyan or that which stands separately. Andal from the swan filled Puduvai, Sang she, in her sweet voice, Several enchanting sweet odes, For being sung during, The worship and adulation of Pavai. They are but a garland to him, From her who wore them first, Before presenting them to Him. In this month of Marghazhi  On this day filled with the light of moon, Come for bathing, Oh ladies who are richly dressed, And Oh ladies in rich homes of cowherds, For he with the sharp spear, He who kills his enemies without mercy, He who is the son of Nanda gopa  He who is the darling son of Yasodha  Who wore scented flower garlands, He who is a lion cub, He who is pretty in black colour, He who has small red eyes, He who has a face like the well-lit moon, And He, who is our Lord Narayana  Is going to give us big drums, So that we bathe and worship Our Goddess Pavai, In a way that the whole world sings about. Oh, people of this world, Be pleased to hear of those penances, That we daily do for the worship of Pavai, We will sing of those holy feet, Of Him who sleeps in the ocean of milk  We will not take the very tasty ghee, We will avoid the health giving milk, We will daily bathe before the dawn, We will not wear any collyrium  We will not tie flowers in our hair, We will not do Any act that is banned, We will not talk ill of any to any one else, We will give alms and do charity, As much as we can, And do all those acts to make others free of sorrow, And worship our Goddess Pavai.