PS 4519
TUMI TRITA'PA HARAN'A HARI ATIITE CHILE A'CHA THA'KIVE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TUMI, TRITÁPA HARAŃA HARI TRITÁPA HARAŃA HARI
ATIITE CHILE ÁCHO THÁKIBE MADHUR MOHAN MURÁRI TRITÁPA HARAŃA HARI
BHULE THÁKI TOMÁY JAKHAN ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BHULE THÁKI TOMÁY JAKHAN AHAMIKÁY HOYE MAGAN ÁGHÁTE BHÁUNGO PRAMÁDA SVAPAN SARIYE TAMA VIBHÁVARII TRITÁPA HARAŃA HARI
THEKO MOR GHARE ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ THEKO MOR GHARE ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE DUHKHE SUKHE SHOKE ARÁTI SAMARE LIILÁBHÁSO KABHU T́HELO NÁKO DÚRE CARAŃE VINATI KARI TRITÁPA HARAŃA HARI
Translation
O Hari, You steal away all the three types of agonies, physical, mental and spiritual. O sweet, charming Mura’ri, You were in the past, present now and will remain. When I forget You, engrossed in ego, then break with a blow, the dream of error, removing dark night. Stay in my home in light and darkness, in pain, pleasure, agonies, and conflict with enemies. I pray at Your feet, do not push me away any time with Your illusive game liila’.
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