Lyrics: Chanchala Druthapada Thalam

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Chanchala Druthapada Thalam, Ishtam
ചഞ്ചല ദൃഢപദ താളം 
സുകൃത താളം 

സുന്ദരതര ഹരിഗീതം 
ഹരിതഗീതം 

വധു ഒരുങ്ങി 
പ്രിയനൊരുങ്ങി 
മധുരരാമഴ പെയ്തൊഴുകി 

എവിടേ...

പൊന്നഴകിനുമഴകാം മാധവമേ 
നിൻ കുമ്പിളിൽ നിറയും സ്വരമെവിടെ 

താം തനനന തനനന 
ധൃതള ജതികളുടെ  

ചഞ്ചല ദൃഢപദ താളം 
സുകൃത താളം 

ഓ... 
സുന്ദരതര ഹരിഗീതം 
ഹരിതഗീതം 

ഇവിടെ വിടരുമീ 
പ്രണയ മലരികൾ 
മദന പല്ലവമല്ലോ...

ഇവിടെ ഒഴുകുമീ 
മൃദുല ലഹരിയിൽ 
ആത്‌മ മഞ്ജരിയല്ലോ 

ഇവിടെ നിറയും 
ജീവരാഗം 
പൊൻകിനാവിൻ 
പുളകമല്ലോ 

നിറപറ നിറയേ 
സ്രീ നിറയുകയായ് 
മംഗളമേളമിതാ 
നി രി സ നി പ 
മ നി പ മ രി 
നി സ രി മ പ 

ചഞ്ചല ദൃഢപദ താളം 
സുകൃത താളം 

ഓ... 
സുന്ദരതര ഹരിഗീതം 
ഹരിതഗീതം 

വധു ഒരുങ്ങി 
പ്രിയനൊരുങ്ങി 
മധുരരാമഴ പെയ്തൊഴുകി 

എവിടേ...

പൊന്നഴകിനുമഴകാം മാധവമേ 
നിൻ കുമ്പിളിൽ നിറയും സ്വരമെവിടെ 

താം തനനന തനനന 
ധൃതള ജതികളുടെ  

ചഞ്ചല ദൃഢപദ താളം 
സുകൃത താളം 

ഓ... 
സുന്ദരതര ഹരിഗീതം 
ഹരിതഗീതം 

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