PS 4480
EI MADHUMA'KHA' MADHUMA'SE ESO AJA'NA' PATIK MOR GHARE
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EI MADHUMÁKHÁ MADHUMÁSE ESO AJÁNÁ PATHIK MOR GHARE
KISHALAYE KALITE KUSUME KIḾSHUKERI KESHARE AJÁNÁ PATHIK MOR GHARE
PATH TAVA JÁNÁ NÁI KONO MÁNÁ NAIKO JE ÁMI TOMÁR ACENÁ SHRAVAŃE MANANE ÁCHO JÁNÁ SHONÁ ARUPE YUGE YUGÁNTARE AJÁNÁ PATHIK MOR GHARE
BHORER ÁLOTE RÁTER KÁLOTE ÁCHO BHÁVÁLOKE MISHE OTAHPROTE PRÁŃER PRADIIPE MANER MAŃITE SHATADRU TUMI SHATADHÁRE AJÁNÁ PATHIK MOR GHARE
EI MADHUMÁKHÁ MADHUMÁSE ESO AJÁNÁ PATHIK MOR GHARE
Translation
O The Unknown Traveler, come to my home, this sweetness smeared spring. Come into tender leaves, buds and flowers, into the pollen of kim’shuk flowers. The path is known to You there is no restriction, I am also not unknown to You. With hearing and meditation our acquaintance is there of the Formless, since eras after eras. Through the morning light and darkness of the night, You are mixed in the effulgence of feelings, individually and collectively. Into lamp of life, mental gem, and hundreds of flows of the river shatadru (satalej in Paja’b, India).
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