PS 4148
BHA'LOVA'SE TOMA'KE VASUDHA' TUMI KENA VA'SA NA'
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BHÁLOBÁSE TOMÁKE VASUDHÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ
TOMÁRAI CHÁYÁY TAVA PREŚAŃAY SABE KARE TAVA SÁDHANÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ
HE PRIYA TAVA TILEKERAI HÁSYE MÁTE MAHÁ VISHVA TANMAY LÁSYE TAVA VIRÚPATÁY VIMUKHA UDÁSYE KEHO THÁKITE PÁRE NÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ
AŚT́A KULÁCALE SAPTA SAMUDRE DUKULA PLÁVII NADE NISHIITHE ACHIDRE TÁRÁ NIIHÁRIKÁY BRHATEO KŚUDRE LUKÁO KENO BOLO NÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ
BHÁLOBÁSE TOMÁKE VASUDHÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ TUMI KENO BÁSO NÁ
Translation
O Lord, the world loves You, why do not You love that? Under Your shade and Your motivation, all perform Your sa’dhana’. O Dear, with the smile of Your forehead mark the entire universe is intoxicated with absorbed gesture. By Your displeasure and averseness or disfavour, no one can survive. Within the eightsided mountains, seven oceans, both sided flooded river, pitch dark night, stars and nebula, small and big, why are You hidden tell me.
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