PS 3797
A'JI VAKULA SUVA'SE CAETRA BA'TA'SE
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Roman script
ÁJI BAKUL SUVÁSE ÁJI BAKUL SUVÁSE CAETRA VÁTÁSE
KI JÁNI PARÁŃ KÁRE CÁY MADIR MÁYÁY DÚR ALAKÁY KÁR PÁNE BÁRE BÁRE CÁY KI JÁNI PARÁŃ KÁRE CÁY TRILOKE RAYECHE JATA VYATHÁ BHÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TRILOKE RAYECHE JATA VYATHÁ BHÁR JATA HATAMÁN KLESHA SAMBHÁR PRÁNER JOÁRE UDDEL NIIRE BHÁSÁIÁ DÁO SHATA DHÁY
KI JÁNI PARÁŃ KÁRE CÁY DÚR KE NIKAT́E T́ENE ÁNO ÁJI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DÚR KE NIKAT́E T́ENE ÁNO ÁJI SHONO DUNDUBHI NABHE BÁJI MATTA HAOÁY MERU MEKHALÁY EGIYE CALO BINÁ DVIDHÁY
KI JÁNI PARÁŃ KÁRE CÁY ÁJI BAKUL SUVÁSE ÁJI BAKUL SUVÁSE CAETRA VÁTÁSE
Translation
Today with fragrance of bakul flowers and breeze of the chaetra season, I do not know Whom heart wants. In the intoxicating delusion, towards Whom in heaven, it looks again and again. All the load of pain existing in the three arenas, all burden of dishonoring agonies, with overwhelming waters of tide of liveliness, You float away in hundreds of flows. Today bring the far one close. Listen the drum is sounding in the sky. With frenzied wind from the series of mountains, go forward without any hesitation.
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