Mathara (OST Khalifa)

Hayya innu varunna
Nikahile janna
Meyyake nira khanna
Meharin kasanja

Hayya innu varunna
Nikahile janna
Meyyake nira khanna
Meharin kasanja

Kasavaayi azhinju ninte
Kanavulloru naanam
Kaniye kaniye ninne
Kaanaanil athimoham

Killunnu kolusil ninte
Kothiyulloru naadam
Thenaanu kathirazhake
Khalbinnoraalam

Niramulla narumulla
Nira manasilumaasha
Nishayillaa nirayunna
Nira variyilu
Varamarula periyavaa

Oh neeyorungunnu sundariye
Aalam kakkana nooradiye
Chankilaathi maariyaha
Aboobakkarinnal mariye

Husnul jamaalininu
Jamaalininu beleyalle
Haadi haarathil nangilalle
Arivan safalam muraad
Annu hayya muthavana mathara

Kasavaayi azhinju ninte
Kanavulloru naanam
Kaniye kaniye ninne
Kaanaanil athimoham

Madana makana
Madhura miravu
Manasile haalu
Varuniluma

Minunne minukkirunne
Madhumohatthaal
Menanje micham mananje
Malapolaasha

Raamadiyoth oru raashi
Yenniva natthatha chithavum aayi
Thaaratthin antharathaalil enthoru
Puthumanaharathil surahara
Mathimadhuratha kanavanathara

Madhurinadhika vividha
Gathakathamay

Oh nee orungunnu
Oh nee orungunnu

Oh nee orungunnu sundariye
Chankilaathi maariyaha
Aboobakkarinnal mariye

Husnul jamaalininu
Jamaalininu beleyalle
Haadi haarathil nangilalle
Arivan safalam muraad
Annu hayya mukkana naama kharaa

Lolaakkilaa kothi thee
Lolaakkilaa haajathilaathii do

Neekkimara neekkimara neekkimara
Neekkimara neekkimara
Ponnin khamarethi neekkiyamrethi
Neekkimara neekkimara
Neekkimara neekkimara neekkimara
Ponnin khamarethi

Oh nee orungunnu sundariye
Aalam kathana noorazhiye
Chankilaathi maariyaha
Aboobakkarinnal mariye

Husnul jamaalininu
Jamaalininu beleyalle
Haadi haarathil nangilalle
Arivan safalam muraad
Annu hayya mukkana naama kharaa

Aththaramunthara
Metthiya chandiranin
Tharimuthiyapathirave

Aththaramunthara
Metthiya chandiranin
Tharimuthiyapathirave

Oh nee orungunnu sundariye
Aalam kathana noorazhiye
Chankilaathi maariyaha
Aboobakkarinnal mariye

Husnul jamaalininu
Jamaalininu beleyalle
Haadi haarathil nangilalle
Arivan safalam muraad
Annu hayya mukkana naama kharaa

Kasavaayi azhinju ninte
Kanavulloru naanam

[English Translation:]

The bride who comes today,
The beloved of this marriage,
Her whole being adorned and radiant,
With the mahr that has been given.

The bride who comes today,
The beloved of this marriage,
Her whole being adorned and radiant,
With the mahr that has been given.

Your veil has loosened,
And shyness fills your dreams.
My dear, my dear, I long so deeply
To see you.

The anklets upon your feet ring,
Making a sound filled with longing.
O honey-sweet, beautiful one,
My heart is filled with you.

With a heart full of color and fragrance,
Filled with countless wishes,
Through a night that never fades,
May blessings upon blessings
Be bestowed upon you, O Great One.

Oh, you are getting ready, beautiful bride,
Like a hundred rays guarding the world.
With a heart that has changed with love,
Like Abu Bakr, whose heart was transformed.

For the beauty of Husnul Jamaal,
Isn't this beauty beyond compare?
A guide and a garland of flowers,
May knowledge fulfill every wish.
On that day, Hayya, the chosen one,
Will be the beloved among all.

Your veil has loosened,
And shyness fills your dreams.
My dear, my dear, I long so deeply
To see you.

A child of love,
A sweet night,
Milk in the heart,
A sweetness that comes to you.

You shine, sparkling brightly,
With the sweetness of love.
Created with beauty, adorned with beauty,
With desires as vast as mountains.

With countless blessings and wishes,
With every thought filled with joy,
Within the inner chambers of the stars,
What a beautiful new world—
A world of happiness and delight,
Sweet beyond measure,
For the bridegroom and bride.

Oh, you are getting ready,
Oh, you are getting ready.

Oh, you are getting ready, beautiful bride,
Like a hundred rays guarding the world.
With a heart that has changed with love,
Like Abu Bakr, whose heart was transformed.

For the beauty of Husnul Jamaal,
Isn't this beauty beyond compare?
A guide and a garland of flowers,
May knowledge fulfill every wish.
On that day, Hayya, the chosen one,
Will be called by the sacred name.

The earrings stir desire,
The earrings awaken longing—oh!

Move aside, move aside, move aside,
Move aside, move aside.
The golden moon has arrived,
Move aside, move aside.
Move aside, move aside, move aside,
The golden moon has arrived.

Oh, you are getting ready, beautiful bride,
Like a hundred rays illuminating the world.
With a heart that has changed with love,
Like Abu Bakr, whose heart was transformed.

For the beauty of Husnul Jamaal,
Isn't this beauty beyond compare?
A guide and a garland of flowers,
May knowledge fulfill every wish.
On that day, Hayya, the chosen one,
Will be called by the sacred name.

On this beautiful night,
Beneath the moon that has risen,
On this star-filled, shining night...

On this beautiful night,
Beneath the moon that has risen,
On this star-filled, shining night...

Oh, you are getting ready, beautiful bride,
Like a hundred rays illuminating the world.
With a heart that has changed with love,
Like Abu Bakr, whose heart was transformed.

For the beauty of Husnul Jamaal,
Isn't this beauty beyond compare?
A guide and a garland of flowers,
May knowledge fulfill every wish.
On that day, Hayya, the chosen one,
Will be called by the sacred name.

Your veil has loosened,
And shyness fills your dreams.