PS 4358
BHA'LOVA'SA' TAVA CHAR'A'YE DIYECHO A'KA'SHE PHULE
Renditions
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Roman script
BHALOBÁSÁ TAVA CHAŔYE DIYECHO ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
ADRI SHIKHARE HIMA SAMBHÁRE ALI GUNJARE PARIMALE ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
KEHO VÁDA NÁI KEHO NÁHI BÁKI PRIITIR PARÁGE SABE RÁKHO D́HÁKI KOKILA KEKÁ KAHIÁ JÁY D́ÁKI SE PRIYA HÁSICHE LIILÁ CHALE ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
ASHANE VASANE JAŔE O CETANE PRATYAGÁTMÁ TUMI TRIBHUVANE KÁJ KARE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE CALÁCALE CETANÁR MÚLE ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
BHALOBÁSÁ TAVA CHAŔYE DIYECHO ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
Translation
O Lord, You have scattered Your love into sky, air, flowers and fruits. Over the mountain peaks loaded with snow, the bees buzz with nectar of flowers. There is no exception, none is left, with the pollen of love, You keep all covered. The cuckoo and peacock go on calling, that the Dear smiles with delusion of liila’, the game. In the food, clothes living and nonliving, You are the Omni telepathic Entity in the three worlds. You go on functioning hidden secretly in the moving and nonmoving as the base of consciousness.
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