PS 4291
KON AJA'NA'LOKE JYOTSNA'LOKE MA'YA' NIYE ELE
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KON AJÁNÁLOKE JYOTSNÁLOKE MÁYÁ NIYE ELE OGO PRIYA
ADHARER HÁSI VEŃUKÁR BÁNSHII TANUKÁR DYUTI RAMAŃIIYA MÁYÁ NIYE ELE OGO PRIYA
RÚPE GUŃE TUMI ALOK PURUŚA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ RÚPE GUŃE TUMI ALOK PURUŚA MADHURIMÁ PRATIBHÁ NIŚKALUŚA PAORUŚE TUMI VIGATA PARUŚA MAN DRÁGHIMÁY ADAMANIIYA MÁYÁ NIYE ELE OGO PRIYA
KOTHÁ TUMI NÁI BUJHITE PÁRINÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KOTHÁ TUMI NÁI BUJHITE PÁRINÁ BUJHI JE SADÁI TOMÁRI KARUŃÁ OTAH PROTE MESHÁ ANIMÁ EŚAŃÁ KANAK KALÁPE KAMANIIYA MÁYÁ NIYE ELE OGO PRIYA
KON AJÁNÁLOKE JYOTSNÁLOKE MÁYÁ NIYE ELE OGO PRIYA
Translation
O Dear, from which unknown arena, with the illumination of moonlight, bringing illusive ma’ya’, You came? With smile on the lips, and bamboo flute, and charming glow of tanuka’? You came. You are the Heavenly Purus’a in beauty and quality, icon of sweetness and spotless. In vigor, virility, You have no harshness, insuppressible by mental markings. Where You do not exist, I cannot understand, but I always understand Your mercy. You are merged individually and collectively in the microcosmic will, charming as the golden peacock.
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