PS 4493
GA'N RACECHILE KON TUMI JA'NO SUR DIYECHILE MAN MA'TA'NO
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
GÁN RACE CHILE KENO TUMI JÁNO SUR DIYECHILE MAN MÁTÁNO KENO TUMI JÁNO
TAMA UGÁRITA TAMASÁR MÚLE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TAMA UGÁRITA TAMASÁR MÚLE PAINCA TATTVA NIHITA ATALE CHILO NÁ HARŚA PRÁŃER SPARSHA JÁY NÁ KARÁ ANUMÁNAO KENO TUMI JÁNO
BHEVE CHILE PRABHU ANEK ÁMI HOBO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BHEVE CHILE PRABHU ANEK ÁMI HOBO SUKHA DUHKHA NIYE LIILÁ KARE JÁBO PHUL PHUT́ÁILE RAUNGA LAGÁILE ÁLO D́HELE PRÁŃA JÁGÁNO KENO TUMI JÁNO GÁN RACE CHILE KENO TUMI JÁNO
Translation
O Lord, what for have You created songs, You only know. You gave melodies that engross the mind. Disgorging the darkness, to the root of blackness, located within the depths of five fundamental factors. Nobody could have imagined that. O Lord, You willed “ I will become many, and with pain and pleasure I shall create the play, liila’”, Thus You bloomed flowers and coloured them, and by pouring light, awakened life.
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