PS 4377
SEI SON'A'JHARA' ARUN'PRA'TE TUMI VASE CHILE VAKULERI
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Roman script
SEI SONÁJHARÁ ARUŃA PRÁTE TUMI BASE CHILE BAKULERI TALE TUMI BASE CHILE BAKULERI TALE KII JENO JÁDU CHILO ÁNKHITE
SAB KICHU TAVA APURVA ABHINAVA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SAB KICHU TAVA APURVA ABHINAVA CALÁ PHERÁ LIILÁ KARO PRATI PALE NAVA NAVA DURJEYA DUSTAR ANANTA ARŃAVA MAMATÁ MÁDHURI MÁKHÁ TÁTE KII JENO JÁDU CHILO ÁNKHITE
TOMÁKE BUJHITE JÁOÁ SHUDHUI VÁTULATÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TOMÁKE BUJHITE JÁOÁ SHUDHUI VÁTULATÁ SHÁSTRER JINÁNE VIJINÁNERI VÁCÁLATÁ ANTARE KANDARE JÁGE JABE VYÁKULATÁ TUMI ÁSO HÁSO TRYASAREŃUTE KII JENO JÁDU CHILO ÁNKHITE
Translation
O Lord, on that golden sunrise in morning, You were sitting below the bakul flower tree. What magical charm was in the eyes? Everything of Yours is unprecedented experience, You go on performing the illusive game, liila’ each moment in new way while moving. O the difficult, insurmountable infinite ocean, in which sweetness of affection is smeared. Trying to understand You is shear madness, knowledge of scripture and science is just blabbering. When in the recess of the mind, earnestness arises, You appear and smile in dust particles.
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