PS 4474
JE DIIP JVA'LIYE GIYECHILE TA'R SHIKHA' NABHONIILE BHA'SICHE
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JE DIIP JVÁLIYE GIYE CHILE TÁR SHIKHÁ NABHONIILE BHÁSICHE
JE NIIP PRIITITE BHARE DILE TÁR KESHAR ÁJO KEMPE CALECHE TÁR SHIKHÁ NABHONIILE BHÁSICHE
JE HÁSITE BHUVAN MÁTÁLE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE HÁSITE BHUVAN MÁTÁLE JE BÁNSHII ADHARE DHARE CHILE JE ÁNKHITE MADHU D́HELE DILE JE PRIITI ASHEŚE JHARICHE TÁR SHIKHÁ NABHONIILE BHÁSICHE
JE SUR BHÁVETE CHILO D́HÁKÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE SUR BHÁVETE CHILO D́HÁKÁ JE RÁGA ANURÁGE MÁKHÁ JE PRIITI SMRITITE NIHITA RÁKHÁ BHÁVÁDHÁRE TUŚIVARE BHÁVICHE VEŃUDHARE GHIRE GHIRE NÁCICHE TÁR SHIKHÁ NABHONIILE BHÁSICHE
JE DIIP JVÁLIYE GIYE CHILE TÁR SHIKHÁ NABHONIILE BHÁSICHE
Translation
O Lord, the lamp that had gone kindling, the flame of that, floats in the blue sky. The niip flower that You filled with love, the pollen of that, even today goes on oscillating. The smile with which You charmed the world, the flute that You placed on the lips, the eyes through which You poured the honey, that love goes on oozing endlessly. The melody that was covered with feelings, the hue that is smeared with love, the love that remains located in the memory, that appears for satiating You in the base of feelings, dancing surrounding the holder of the flute, Ven’udhar, Krsna.
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