Seetha Maruthe Lyrics by Ruwan Hettiarachchi

Wrapped in the cool breeze, looking into my eyes,
the memory of you telling me you loved me is like a dream.
Like a full moon glowing far off in the mist,
those feelings light up my heart. You are my life.

Like a stream running down both banks, my heart is cool right through.
A whole army of thoughts pours out, soaked in love. //
The happiness I found is my whole life.
This feeling runs as deep as the ocean.

Cool breeze…….

On my bed, my lonely bed, you appear in my dreams, beckoning to me.
Through the small hours of the night those eyes take shape and leave me lost. //
I was calmed by the sweetness of love.
In that closeness I am born again.

Cool breeze……..

A young man keeps coming back to one moment, the day she looked into his eyes and told him she loved him. The cool breeze brushes against him as he remembers it, and the whole memory feels less like something that really happened and more like a dream he is half afraid to wake from. That is where the song lives, in the soft, dazed happiness of being loved back.

He reaches for the moon to hold the feeling. In Sinhala song the full moon (පුන් සඳ) is the steady image of calm, gentle beauty, light that soothes rather than dazzles, and here he sees it glowing far off in the mist, soft and a little out of reach, just like the memory itself. Then the imagery turns to water. His heart is cool and settled like a stream, his thoughts pour out of him in a flood, all of them soaked in love, and the feeling, he says, runs as deep as the ocean. The cool breeze and the cool, flowing water all point the same way: this love does not burn him up, it calms him and fills him.

The last verse moves to the quiet of night. Alone on his bed, he closes his eyes and she comes to him in his dreams, beckoning, her eyes taking shape in the dark of the small hours until he is completely lost in her. There is no ache of separation here, only longing of the sweetest kind. The sweetness of her love, he says, has calmed him, and in being close to her he feels born all over again, like a person made new.

What the listener is left holding is that gentle, glowing wonder of early love, the kind that turns an ordinary breeze and an ordinary night into something close to a dream, and makes a person feel softened, settled, and quietly remade.