PS 4334
BHA'LOVA'SA SAVA'RE TUMI CA'ONA' KICHU VINIMAYE
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Roman script
BHALOBÁSO SABÁRE TUMI CÁO NÁ KICHU VINIMAYE
ÁLO CHAŔIYE JÁY JE CÁNDA TRIPTI SE PÁY VILIYE DIYE CÁO NÁ KICHU VINIMAYE
TRIŃER ÁNKUR JÁGATE CÁHE JÁGE NÁSE NIDÁGHA DÁHE JYOTSNÁLOKER MÁDHURII PEYE SABUJIMÁ DEY CHAŔIYE CÁO NÁ KICHU VINIMAYE
ÁMI TRIŃA KŚUDRA SAMAL TUMI BRIHAT BRAHMA KAMAL AŃU HOYE BHÁVETE SACALA VIRÁT́A TOMÁR PARASH PEYE CÁO NÁ KICHU VINIMAYE
BHALOBÁSO SABÁRE TUMI CÁO NÁ KICHU VINIMAYE
Translation
O Lord, You love all and do not expect anything in exchange. The moon scatters light and gets satisfaction in dissolving. The seedlings of grass want to appear, but get destroyed by heat of the sun. On getting the sweetness from the moonlight, it shows greenness. I am a meager dirty grass, You are the great cosmic lotus. Even though microcosmic, I am moved by feelings, on finding Your touch, O the Great, Virat’a.
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