Purahada

In the full moon that rises at night,
I can feel your warmth,
when it shines here beside me,
this night feels as if it were mine

Drifting freely beneath the clouds,
smiling and teasing me,
I run, getting drenched
in the falling rain,
while the swans sway and dance away

Peeping secretly out from among the trees,
casting glimmers of passionate love,
putting out the starlight, lingering in a dream,
loosening the veil of dew, and coming to the bed

A dreamy, tender love song that turns the full moon into the presence of the beloved. In the full moon that rises at night, the singer feels her warmth, and when it shines close beside her, this night feels as if it were mine. The moon is not a distant symbol here but an intimate companion filling the night.

The middle is playful and rain-soaked. The moon, and the beloved with it, drifts freely beneath the clouds, smiling and teasing, while she runs and gets drenched in the rain and swans sway and dance nearby. It is love as delight, light and wet and laughing under an open sky.

The close softens into intimacy. The moon peeps out secretly from among the trees, casting glimmers of passionate love, then puts out the starlight, lingers in a dream, and, loosening the veil of dew, comes to the bed. Sung by Kethaki Suraweera to words by Lakshantha Chinthaka, composed by Tharindu Damsara, it is a soft, moonlit love song, tender rather than explicit, about a night when the moon itself feels like the warmth of the one you love.