PS 4382
MOR MANER MUKURE TUMI ESECHILE GOLAKER HARI KRPA'
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Roman script
MOR MANER MUKURE TUMI ESECHILE GOLOKER HARI KRPÁ KARE
DIINER DEULE DHARÁ DIYECHILE DYULOKA VIHÁRI LIILÁBHARE GOLOKER HARI KRPÁ KARE
SANSÁRERI SÁRÁTSÁR PRIITIR PAYODHI TUMI JE APÁR BUDDHI O BODHI HE KARUŃÁNIDHI TAVA NIKKANE BHÁVE GHORE GOLOKER HARI KRPÁ KARE
SEI TUMI ELE ÁMÁR JIIVANE PALE ANUPALE PRATIITI PRASÚNE MISHI ÁCHO MOR MARME MANANE E KATHÁ KAHIBE KE BÁ KÁRE GOLOKER HARI KRPÁ KARE
Translation
O Hari of heaven, into my mental mirror You came showering grace. You came into the folds of this poor man’s temple, O the dweller of heaven, full of illusive game, liila’. The essence of essence of the world, You are the infinite ocean of love. O the merciful, the intellect and intuition encircle around Your ankle bell. That You came into my life producing experiences each moment. You are merged into the core of my mind. Whom shall I tell all the events?
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