PS 3992
HE VIRA'T' PURUS' TOMA'KE VIDYA'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
HE VIRÁT́A PURUŚA TOMÁKE VIDYÁY NÁHI PÁOÁ JÁY
BUDDHIO HÁR MÁNIÁ JÁY ANURAKTI SHEŚA SAHÁY HE VIRÁT́A PURUŚA TOMÁKE VIDYÁY NÁHI PÁVÁ JÁY CALO TUMI NIJER BHÁVE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
CALO TUMI NIJER BHÁVE CALO NÁ KÁRO PRABHÁVE MIŚT́I MADHUR TIKTA VIDHUR SAMÁN BHÁVE KRPÁ PÁY HE VIRÁT́A PURUŚA TOMÁKE VIDYÁY NÁHI PÁVÁ JÁY
TOMÁR RÁGE ANURÁGE SIKTA HOYE E DHARÁ JÁRÁI EKE TIKTA KARE TOMÁY BOJHE NÁ TÁRÁ VAJRA HASTE ESO TUMI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
VAJRA HASTE ESO TUMI TOMÁR GOLOK HOTE NÁMI DUHSHÁSANER SAB SHOŚAŃER ANTERA TUMI EK UPÁY HE VIRÁT́A PURUŚA TOMÁKE VIDYÁY NÁHI PÁOÁ JÁY
Translation
O The Vira’t’a Purus’a, You cannot be attained by skill. Even the intellect accepts defeat and at the end only love is helpful. You move as per Your own will, and do not deviate by any influence. The sweetness of the sweets, and bitterness of the afflicted all seek Your grace equally. This earth is moistened by Your colour and love. Those who make it bitter, do not understand You. You come down from Your abode, Goloka, with firm hands. To end the bad governance and exploitation, You are the only way out.
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