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About “Antha Nilava Thaan” Song
“Antha Nilava Thaan” is a memorable romantic duet from the 1985 Tamil film Muthal Mariyathai, featuring the soulful voices of Ilayaraja and K. S. Chitra. Composed by Ilayaraja with lyrics penned by Vairamuthu, this song exemplifies the musical brilliance of 1980s Tamil cinema. The film starred the venerable actor Sivaji Ganesan (fondly known as Nadikar Thilakam) alongside Radha, Vadivukkarasi, and Satyaraj.
The poem traces a lover’s courtship as a tender tug-of-war between desire and restraint. It opens in devotion — the moon offered as a gift, dreams shared behind closed eyes — then warms into playful intimacy. But a winter chill creeps in: her chest tightens with vulnerability as passion rises. She is torn between longing and modesty, between veiling her timid heart and baring it to watchful eyes; he presses on with teasing ardor, answering her caution with persistence. Beneath the flirtation runs a quiet ache — the fear that love, once exposed, belongs to the world’s gaze.
She:
That very moon — I cupped it in my hands,
A silver offering for my beloved.
He:
Where, oh where? Let me gaze on it once.
She:
Close your eyes, my love— let me show you a dream.
She:
Oh the one draped in a simple cotton fold,
Bright with sacred light of marigold.
He:
You, my beautiful, held me with tender might,
Clung to me on my bed, planting love’s first kiss.
She:
As winter dawns for us now,
a quiet chill settles deep within my chest.
He:
What sweet, tangled mischief is this—
With not a thread between us now.
She:
Draped in the weaver’s rarest art,
A secret flower-garden blooms in full.
He:
When a flower softly beckons,
The yearning bee will surely follow.
She:
Stay true, my dear, don’t err tonight.
He:
O radiant jewel, shall we share love’s bliss,
Or must I beg your leave for this?
She:
Shall I veil my timid heart in silk,
Or spread a feast for every curious gaze?
He:
Run down to the flowing stream —
Where quietly we both can hide in secret dreams.
She:
Not here, not now, my love;
Watchful eyes may wander near.
He:
This teasing wind will win, I fear —
Your jasmine-laced veil, my dear.
She:
With my own hand to shield and guard,
What need to boast, or strut so hard?
He:
Ah, come now, girl — it’s all pretence.
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