PS 3825
HE PRABHU TOMA'R LIILA'
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
HE PRABHU TOMÁR LIILÁ KE BUJHITE PÁRE BOLO
MAHÁKÁSHE BHÁVE BHÁSE MAHÁRŃAVE UCCHALO KE BUJHITE PÁRE BOLO
ANTARIKŚE JALE STHALE BHÚDHARE VIT́API TALE URMI MÁLÁY ULKÁJVÁLÁY CANDRAKALÁY CAINCALO KE BUJHITE PÁRE BOLO
BHÁUNGÁ GAŔÁR MÁYÁR KHELÁ DUHKHA RÁSHI SUKHER MELÁ AVALIILÁY DEKHIYE JÁY KÁNDÁY HÁSÁY PRÁŃOTPALO KE BUJHITE PÁRE BOLO
HE PRABHU TOMÁR LIILÁ KE BUJHITE PÁRE BOLO
Translation
O Lord, who can understand Your illusive game, liila, tell me. You appearas ideation of the great space and overwhelm in the great ocean. In the cosmic space, in the water and land, in the mountain and at the root of the tree, in the series of waves, in the glow of meteors, and in the aspects of moon, You are restless. In the game of illusive ma’ya’, creation and destruction, in the crowd of joy and accumulation of sorrows This game of cries and smile is witnessed by the lotus of life.
Thoughts
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