PS 4564
TOMA'RE PEYECHI SAV BHULECHI MAN MOR CIDA'KA'SHE DHA'Y
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Roman script
TOMÁRE PEYECHI SAB BHULECHI MAN MOR CIDÁKÁSHE DHÁY MAN MOR CIDÁKÁSHE DHÁY
BHAYA LÁJA TYAJI PATHE ESECHI ALAKÁR SUDHÁ BAHE MRIDU VÁYA JÁ CHILO ANÁGATA KALPANÁR ATIITA SVAPNER BHÁVANÁY SÁDHYÁTIITA TÁ HOLO BHÁVAGATA BHÁVANÁY MANDRITA TANTRIIR MÚRCHANÁY MAN MOR CIDÁKÁSHE DHÁY
HE PURUŚOTTAM CIRA ANTARTAMA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ HE PURUŚOTTAM CIRA ANTARTAMA KARUŃÁR SPANDANE ELE BHÁVA LOKE MAMA JYOTIŚKA MÁJHE TUMI DYUTI UJJVAL TAMA ELE PRATEK LIILÁY MAN MOR CIDÁKÁSHE DHÁY
TOMÁRE PEYECHI SAB BHULECHI MAN MOR CIDÁKÁSHE DHÁY
Translation
O Lord, I attained You and forgot all. My mind rushes towards its firmament, the sky. Leaving the fear and shyness, I have come on the path. The heavenly nectar flows in the soft breeze. What has remained yet to come, beyond imagination, beyond the achievement of the feeling of dream, that has come under thought, resonating in the feelings, as stupefaction of the lyre. O Purus’ottama, the inner most, with the vibration of mercy You came in my arena of thought. Within the stars, You are the brightest glow, came expressed initially as liila’, the illusion.
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