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PS 4322

JE CA'ND CHILA SE A'KA'SHE SE A'JIKE NEI

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JE CÁNDA CHILO SE ÁKÁSHE SE ÁJIKE NEI

SE JAKHAN THÁKE NÁ DESHE DYUTI SE CHAŔÁBEI SE ÁJIKE NEI

NIIPER VANE ÁNE PULAK VRINDÁVANER RÚPER JHALAK BHAŚMÁDHÁRE DIIPTA KANAK MARUTE ABJA KEI SE ÁJIKE NEI

SE THÁKILE THÁKE JE SUKH DUHKHA YADI SE HOYE VIMUKH TÁRI BHÁVE BHARE JE BUK GLÁNI SE CHAŔABEI SE ÁJIKE NEI

Translation

The moon that is there in the sky, that is not of today. Wherever and what places it is it would scatter the illumination. It brings joy in the niip grove, glimpses of beauty in Vrndavan, shine of gold within ashes and lotus flower amidst desert. Those would remain in joy, if they are, if sorrows come, it turns. Those whose bosom is filled with His ideation, He would remove the agonies and blow the flute.

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