Bhranthayal Lyrics English Translation – Khalifa | Jabir Sulaim | K. S. Harisankar

Ivideyee Duniyaavil Enikkenthu Bandham
Irul Moodiyori Vazhiyil Enthinu Svantham
Ivideyee Duniyaavil Enikkenthu Bandham
Irul Moodiyori Vazhiyil Enthinu Svantham
Ilam Thennalethum Lilaante Sugandham
Ilam Thennalethum Lilaante Sugandham
Eeda Vazhiye Vaaranam Avalude Nirbandham
Bhraanthaayaal Enthu Sukham
Sakkarathul Mauth Enthu Rasam
Bhraanthaayaal Enthu Sukham
Sakkarathul Mauthu Enthu Rasam

Eniyum Ethrayo Naalaem Vazhi Dooramundu
Lilaante Kasarinu Alankaram Kandu
Eniyum Ethrayo Naalaem Vazhi Dooramundu
Lilaante Kasarinu Alankaram Kandu
Athinaale Niskaram Japam Khasarundu
Avakaashiyaayi Njaan Allathe Arundu
Bhraanthaayaal Bhraanthaayaal Enthu Sukham
Sakkarathul Mauth Enthu Rasam

Kodum Kaattinullile Yaa Kollikkorulaakku
Chudu Mutham Nalkanam Eniykkum Lilakku
Kodum Kaattinullile Yaa Kollikkorulaakku
Chudu Mutham Nalkanam Eniykkum Lilakku
Koduvaalaal Thundam Thundam Arinjathorkku
Kottaarathil Innathe Lilaante Halakku
Bhraanthaayaal Bhraanthaayaal Enthu Sukham
Sakkarathul Mauth Enthu Rasam

Dikrinnidamilla Madhu Koorunnozhiyilla
Niskaram Nombu Hajju Sakaathum Adavilla
Bhraanthaayaal Bhraanthaayaal Enthu Sukham
Sakkarathul Mauth Enthu Rasam
Bhraanthaayaal Enthu Sukham
Sakkarathul Mauthu Enthu Rasam

This world has no bond with me.
Why should I call anything my own on this path covered in darkness?
This world has no bond with me.
Why should I call anything my own on this path covered in darkness?

A gentle breeze carries the sweet fragrance of my beloved Laila.
A gentle breeze carries the sweet fragrance of my beloved Laila.
She insists that I must walk along this very path.
What sweet pleasure there is in losing myself to madness!

What delight there is in the sweet embrace of death!
What sweet pleasure there is in losing myself to madness!
What delight there is in the sweet embrace of death!
There are still many days and a long journey ahead.

For I have seen Laila’s throne being adorned.
There are still many days and a long journey ahead.
For I have seen Laila’s throne being adorned.
Therefore, I have my prayers and chants with me on this journey.

Who else is there to claim this besides me?
If I go mad, if I go mad, what sweet pleasure there is in it!
What delight there is in the sweet embrace of death!
Deep within the dense forest, that burning ember has only one purpose.

To give a warm, loving kiss to Laila and me.
Deep within the dense forest, that burning ember has only one purpose.
To give a warm, loving kiss to Laila and me.
Remember the body that was cut into pieces by a sharp sword.

For today is a day of destruction in Laila’s palace.
If I go mad, if I go mad, what sweet pleasure there is in it!
What delight there is in the sweet embrace of death!
There is no limit to remembrance, and the spiritual wine never stops flowing.

There is no pretence in prayer, fasting, pilgrimage, and charity.
If I go mad, if I go mad, what sweet pleasure there is in it!
What delight there is in the sweet embrace of death!
What sweet pleasure there is in losing myself to madness!
What delight there is in the sweet embrace of death!