PS 4525
KAVE HARI A'MA'R HAVE SE DINER PRATIIKHA'Y A'CHI
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
KABE HARI ÁMÁR HOBE SE DINER PRATIIKŚÁY ÁCHI
DIVASE NISHITHE PRAHARE PALETE TOMÁRE BHÁVIÁCALECHI KABE HARI ÁMÁR HOBE
TÁRAKA BRAHMA TOMÁRE KHUNJECHI GIRI KANDARE TIIRTHE BHRAMECHI SARITÁ SÁGARE PIIT́HE PIIT́HE GECHI NIRÁSHÁR RÁSHI PEYECHI SE DINER PRATIIKŚÁY ÁCHI
E KURUKŚETRER HE CIRA SÁRATHII ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ E KURUKŚETRER HE CIRA SÁRATHII VISHRÁM TAVA NÁHI DIVÁ RÁTI SHARAŃÁGATA MITRA ARÁTI SABÁREI BHÁVA SHUNECHI KABE HARI ÁMÁR HOBE SE DINER PRATIIKŚÁY ÁCHI
Translation
When the Lord would become my own, I am waiting for that day. O Lord, day and night, each moment and period, I go on thinking of You. O the Ta’raka Brahma, the Emancipator Cosmic Entity, I search You in mountains, caves, and roam in Pilgrim places. I went to holy rivers, seas, and several holy places. But I got lots of disappointments. O the Ever Charioteer of this battlefield, Kuruks’etra, there is no pause for You, day and night. All friends and foes come to Your shelter, I hear the feelings of all.
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