PS 4298
HARI TOMA'R A'MA'R E SAM'SA'RE TRTIIYA KEHA NA'I
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HARI TOMÁR ÁMÁR E SANSÁRE TRITIIYA KEHO NÁI
DHARI TOMÁR CARAŃ BÁRE BÁRE ÁR KICHU NÁ CÁI TRITIIYA KEHO NÁI
CÁI NÁ RIKTHA VITTA RÁSHI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CÁI NÁ RIKTHA VITTA RÁSHI DUHKHA SUKHER KÁNŃÁ HÁSI CÁI NÁ CÁNDER JYOTSNÁ RÁSHI ÁLOR ROSHANÁI TRITIIYA KEHO NÁI
BALER PRATÁPA SHAKTIR DÁPA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BALER PRATÁPA SHAKTIR DÁPA VIDYÁR KIIT́E? BUDDHIR TÁPA DYUTIR JHALAK PRASHANSÁR CHÁPA AHAMIKÁR CHÁI TRITIIYA KEHO NÁI
HARI TOMÁR ÁMÁR E SANSÁRE TRITIIYA KEHO NÁI
Translation
O Lord, Hari, in the world of Yours and mine, there is no third entity. I hold Your feet again and again, and I want nothing else. I do not want gift and accumulated wealth, cries and smile of pain and pleasures, I do not want moonlight, and colour of effulgence. The valor of strength, pride of capability, insect of book, heat of intellect, glimpses of brilliance, impression of praise, all are just ashes of ego.
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