Hadawath Hadana Lyrics by Romesh Sugathapala

I will not beg love from her again,
I am fated to be alone, this grief is my inheritance
you were the season when you were my everything,
and moment by moment, that dream keeps wounding me

Love that builds hearts, love that breaks hearts,
that is the love I found…
forever hurting, forever burning,
in love, it takes its leave…

Wrapped close through the night,
earrings tangling on both sides,
that sweet, tender love has faded away
lingering in playful eyes,
laid out across a field of kisses,
that love we spent has died

That love was a drop of dew that kept me alive,
that love was a bursting bubble that left me all alone

The bed of roses has withered,
the dreams cried out and dried away,
through a darkened summer I take my leave
even the stars in the blue sky
erased my emptiness forever,
and in a lovely rainy season, I come to rest

A melancholy heartbreak song about giving up on a love that has ended. The singer resolves not to beg for her love again; he accepts loneliness as his lot and grief as his inheritance. She was once his everything, his whole season, and now, moment by moment, the dream of her keeps reopening the wound. It is the voice of someone choosing dignity over pleading, even as the pain stays raw.

The refrain names love’s double nature: the love he found is one that builds hearts and breaks them in the same breath, forever hurting, forever burning, and always, in the end, taking its leave. He remembers the tender particulars, nights wrapped close, earrings tangling, playful eyes, a field of kisses, and says plainly that all that sweet, spent love has now died.

Two images hold the whole ache. That love, he says, was a drop of dew that kept him alive, and also a bursting bubble that left him alone, sustenance and disappearance at once. The bed of roses has withered, the dreams have cried themselves dry, and he takes his leave through a darkened summer. Then the close turns oddly gentle: even the stars seem to have erased his emptiness, and in a lovely rainy season he comes to rest, grief settling, at last, into a kind of quiet. Sung by Romesh Sugathapala to words by Sajith Akmeemana.