PS 4491
TRBHUVAN CA'RII GOPIICITAVIHA'RII MOR MANAVRNDAVANERI RA'JA'
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TRIBHUVAN CÁRI GOPII CITTAVIHÁRI MOR MAN VRNDÁVANERI RÁJÁ
ARUPER RÚPADHÁRI BHAYER BHAYA HÁRI TOMÁRE GHIRE JATA JIIVERI NÁCÁ MOR MAN VRNDÁVANERI RÁJÁ
KATA BÁR ESECHI KATA KENDE HESECHI KATA KÁJA KARECHI TOMÁTE GHUMIYECHI KAKHANO SAPHAL KABHU VIPHAL HOYECHI MÁNE ABHIMÁNE TAVA CARANE LUT́IYECHI TABU CALÁ THÁMENI TOMÁKE BHULINI ÁJO CALE CALECHE TOMÁKE KHONJÁ MOR MAN VRNDÁVANERI RÁJÁ
EK KE ANEK TUMI ANEKER SAMÁHÁR ÁTMÁR ÁTMIYA KARE CALECHO VIHÁR SHÁSHVATA SANÁTANA PURUŚA CIR NÚTANA SIIMÁY ASIIME JENE NÁ JENE KARI PÚJÁ MOR MAN VRNDÁVANERI RÁJÁ
Translation
O Lord, You move through the three arenas, and reside within the minds of the devotees You are the King of my mental Vrnda’van. O taking the form of formless, remover of worldly fears, all the living beings dance around You. How many times I came, how much I smiled and cried, and performed Your work, moving within You. Sometimes I am successful sometimes failed too, with pride and hurt ego I plundered at Your feet. Yet the movement did not stop, I did not forget You, even today my search for You goes on. From One to many, You are collection of many, making nearest of own, You go on enjoying. O Eternal Ancient Purus’a, ever new, not knowing or knowing the limited and unlimited, I worship You.
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