Adara Rekha

In the line of your love,
I came as an inheritance,
let me be the light,
like the lamp of my life,
in the line of your love,
I came as an inheritance

Laying myself at your feet in life,
that day I came as your wife,
in the ring you placed, may the wifely vow become immortal,
never fading, my love

In the line of your love,
I came as an inheritance

Enduring joy and sorrow together with you in life,
I am your wife, staying near you through samsara,
today in my mind your shadows
give me new light once more

In the line of your love,
I came as an inheritance,
let me be the light,
like the lamp of my life,
in the line of your love,
I came as an inheritance

This is a tender song of a devoted wife, sung by Neela Wickramasinghe to words by the lyricist Ajantha Ranasinghe. It opens with a beautiful image of fate: I came as an inheritance in the line of your love, she says, as though she were written into the destiny-line of his own hand, born to be his. Her wish is simple, to be the light of his life, like a steady lamp.

The middle is the marriage itself, remembered with reverence. Laying herself at his feet, she came to him that day as his pathini, his wedded wife, and she prays that the vow sealed in the wedding ring become ajaramara, deathless, and never fade. It is love expressed as lifelong commitment rather than passing romance.

The devotion then reaches across lifetimes. Enduring joy and sorrow together, she says, I am your wife who stays near you through saṃsāra, the whole cycle of rebirths, and even now his shadows in her mind give her light anew. It is an old, deeply Sri Lankan picture of marital love, quiet, faithful, and imagined as something that outlasts a single life.