Who lives like a princess?
O Sevanthiye!
Who shines under the moon?
Your grace is like the rising sun
When you dance in the wind.
Your smell spreads, like the
fragrance of the south wind
When does God grant the luck
To get your company!
O Sevanthiye!
Who is the queen of flowers
O sevanthiye!
Who is the best of the best?
Your beauty is like a garland of pearls,
Like a pearl set in gold
Even the god of love, Manmadhan
Cannot defeat you in beauty
O Sevanthiye!
Who gives fragrance like musk?
O Sevanthiye!
Who is the mistress of the mountains?
Even your shadow will cool
The body and mind of the people.
Even the divine gods in the sky
Will come down to earth to see you.
O Sevanthiye!
Who is the pride of the garden
O Sevanthiye!
Who makes it heavenlike?
The bees fly around you,
Singing your praises in joy
O Sevanthiye!
You spread all over the world,
Giving a sweet fragrance.