Chit Oo Nyo - Dear Pada Ekaeri

First part

Empress

[ Anuloma Chit Metta ]

Lover...

I am able to convey the colors of the floating clouds, the colors of the swaying flowers, and the shapes of the swaying leaves with precision and clarity onto my canvas.

In a stone basin, I can mix and create all the colors of the world. On a painting, I can instantly copy the lines, light and dark, near and far, texture, curves, and curves of the world.

My fingers, which are holding the paintbrush with their fingers, are becoming weak and pale, but with those fingers I can grasp the whole world. All the beauty of the world bows down to my brush, my paintbrush, and my canvas.

Oh... my love... but...

I cannot paint on my canvas even a single stroke of your lips, a single fold of your eyelashes, a single strand of your hair, a single thread of your garment, a single finger, a single spot on your forehead, even a tiny bit of beauty.

Lover...

He was a descendant of the great Gandhavs, the music master of the world, and although he was a son of the five-fold deity, he played the divine harp "Beluvapannu" with a size of three gavutas, which was a symbol of the beauty of his beloved Suriyavacasa Devi.

He was able to express his love through fifteen verses. Oh... But I cannot be like the five-eyed demon.

My heart, which has been immersed in your beauty, has swelled like a wave in the great ocean, and my love, like the five-leaf clover, cannot be expressed with my mouth.

"It is said that the sound of the harp does not cease for four months," said Pansathika. "If I were a harpist and had the opportunity to compose and play your beauty, my harp would not cease to sound for four months, four years, four eons, Ananta."

Lover...

From the moment I first saw you...

My eyes are blinded by everything else but your appearance...

My ears are deaf to everything but your voice...

The brush within my fingers that could create the world has refused to paint anything but your face.

But I can't even paint a tiny part of your beauty...