PS 3875
A'LOKE A'MIY HA'SA DYULOKE DYUTITE BHA'SA
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Roman script
ALOKE AMIYA HÁSO, DYULOKE DYUTITE BHÁSO TRILOKE TOMÁR PRABHU NÁHI KONO TULANÁ
BHULOKER HÁR TUMI, PULAKE SÁJÁYE BHÚMI SATYA LOKER TUMI SHÁSHVATII CETANÁ TRILOKE TOMÁR PRABHU NÁHI KONO TULANÁ
JÁ KICHU BHUVANE ÁCHE, PRAPAINCE JÁHÁ NÁI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JÁ KICHU BHUVANE ÁCHE, PRAPAINCE JÁHÁ NÁI JÁ KICHU MANANE BHÁSE, MANANE JÁHÁ NÁHI PÁI SABÁR MADHYE TUMI SABÁR URDDHVE BHRAMI
SABÁRE BENDHECHO NITI DIYE PRIITI DYOTANÁ TRILOKE TOMÁR PRABHU NÁHI KONO TULANÁ
JÁ KICHU ÁMÁR BHÁLO, TOMÁTE SAOḾPITE CÁI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JÁ KICHU ÁMÁR BHÁLO, TOMÁTE SAOḾPITE CÁI JÁ KICHU MANDA MAMA, MENE NITE BÁDHÁ NÁI
NIŚKALUŚA KARO TAVA BHÁVANÁTE BHARO/BHAVA? ÁMÁR ÁMI R TAVA DÁO SHUBHA PREŚAŃÁ TRILOKE TOMÁR PRABHU NÁHI KONO TULANÁ
Translation
O Lord, You smile with heavenly nectar and appear as heavenly effulgence. In all the three worlds, there is no comparison of Yours. You are the garland of the physical world decorating the earth with joy, You are the Eternal Consciousness of the Absolute arena. Whatever is present in the world, whatever is not present in the world, whatever appears in the mind, whatever I do not find in the mind, You are at the centre of all, moving above all. You have tied all by ever providing gesture of love. Whatever is my good, I want to offer to You, whatever is bad of mine, I have no hesitation in accepting that. Make me clean filling with Your ideation. To my own “I” provide auspicious jerk.
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