PS 4221
EI ARUN'A PRABHA'TE KARUN'A'DHA'RA'TE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
EI ARUŃ PRABHÁTE KARUŃÁ DHÁRÁTE JIIVANER GÁN KE SE GÁY
MUKTIR VÁŃII KII SE DILO ÁNI KALYÁŃAKRT SE KII CÁY JIIVANER GÁN KE SE GÁY
JIIVAN KE KARENI SE AVAHELÁ SHUBHA BUDDHI KE D́ÁKE DUI BELÁ VISHVA SÁJIYECHE VARAŃ D́ÁLÁ ARGHYA RACITE TÁRI PÁY JIIVANER GÁN KE SE GÁY
AVÁUNGAMÁNAS GOCARA SE PRABHU NINDÁ STUTITE T́ALE NÁKO KABHU EKAMEVÁDVITIIYAḾ TABU ÁBRAHMASTAMBE NÁCÁY JIIVANER GÁN KE SE GÁY
EI ARUŃ PRABHÁTE KARUŃÁ DHÁRÁTE JIIVANER GÁN KE SE GÁY
Translation
On this crimson morning, with the flow of mercy, who is singing the song of life? Who has brought the message of liberation, what does the benevolent One want? He does not ignore the life, can calls two times with auspicious intellect. The world decorates the tray of colourful offering for His feet. That Lord is unseen by sense organs, does not deviate by praise or slander. Though The Singular Entity without a second, He makes all dance from Cosmos to a blade of grass.
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