PS 4411
ESO PRABU MAMA NILAYE A'CHE CAMPAKA A'CHE CA'MELII
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Roman script
ESO PRABHU MAMA NILAYE ÁCHE CAMPAK ÁCHE CAMELI NAYAN MELI ÁCHE CEYE
ÁLPANÁ PHUL CHÁYE PATH SÁJÁYECHI MÁNAS MANJUŚÁY MADHU MÁKHIYECHI CAKOR SAMA CÁNDAE BHÁVIÁ CALIÁCHI ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE ÁSHÁ CHAŔÁYE ÁCHE CAMELI NAYAN MELI ÁCHE CEYE
ÁNKHITE BÁNDHIÁCHI ÁSÁ PATH KHÁNI BHÁVE BHARECHI PRIITI AYASKÁNTA MAŃI MANANE GÁNTHIÁCHI RTAMBHARÁ VÁŃII MOHAN KE ÁRO KÁCHE CEYE ÁCHE CAMELI NAYAN MELI ÁCHE CEYE
ESO PRABHU MAMA NILAYE ÁCHE CAMPAK ÁCHE CAMELI NAYAN MELI ÁCHE CEYE
Translation
O Lord, You come into my mental home. There are campak and camelii flowers looking for You with open eyes. I have decorated the incoming path with floral ground decoration, smeared sweetness in the mental casket. Like a cakor bird, I have been thinking of the moon spreading hope in sky and air. I have kept the eyes fixed upon the arrival path, into the feelings, I have filled ayaska’nta, load stone gem of love. In the mind, I have fixed the true message, willing to get the charming, Mohan still closer.
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