2021.12.11.
You have come, Ayya
Like how the setting Sun will not rise in the WestJustice will never go trounced, our King.
Like how the setting Sun will not rise in the West
Justice will never go trounced, our King.
Shed not your tears, let it not go in vein, Ayya1
Let it shower on our shriveled hearts like rain.
You are the fire that burns to the deepest darkness
Of our hearts, burning away our misery changing our doomed fates
You have come, Ayya. You have come, Ayya
You have given us our lives back, Ayya
You have come, Ayya. You have come, Ayya
You have given us our lives back, Ayya
Even a mare rock will become an embellished throne, if it's you who is seated on it
Etching your name on themselves proclaiming you are the King
Your very voice carried by the wind can turn barren lands into Royal courts
A bead of your silky sweat will yield golden paddy grains
Your word is the law, Ayya
Your gaze is the constitution, Ayya
You are all that is in our thoughts as our father and as our son
Take all our living days2 for yourself, Ayya
You have come, Ayya. You have come, Ayya
You have given us our lives back, Ayya
You have come, Ayya. You have come, Ayya
You have given us our lives back, Ayya