PS 4127
A'SIYA'CHA TUMI PRABHU TAMASA' SARIYE DIYE
Renditions
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Roman script
ÁSIÁCHO TUMI PRABHU ÁSIÁCHO TUMI PRABHU ÁSIÁCHO TUMI PRABHU TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE
JÁ KICHU MOR MANDA BHÁLO AHAḾ ASMITÁ BHÚLIYE TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE
TIMIRERI KUHELII MÁYÁY DIN KET́ECHE AHAMIKÁY CEYE DEKHI ÁJI E SANDHYÁY NÁI KICHU MOR THÁKI KII NIYE TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE
HATÁSHÁRI? BHÁNT́Á ÁSE BHÁNT́ÁR SHEŚE JOÁRO HÁSE BHRÁNTIR ANTYE ÁLOKAO BHÁSE OTAH PROTE TOMÁRE PEYE TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE
ÁSIÁCHO TUMI PRABHU TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE
Translation
O Lord, You came removing the darkness, whatever was my good or bad, ego and pride, You ignored. In the foggy delusion of darkness, the days pass in ego. I observed this evening today, nothing belongs to me, with what should I survive? The downstream comes, and at the end of it tide comes. At the end of delusion, illumination appears, individually and collectively, on attaining You.
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