PS 4573
SHARAN'E ESECHI HE SHA'NTAMAY MOR MARMER MALINATA'
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SHARAŃE ESECHI HE SHÁNTIMAYA MOR MANER MALINATÁ DÚRE SARÁO
MANANE MENECHI HE DIIPTIMAYA RÚPER CHAT́ÁY TUMI TRIVIDER NÁCÁO MOR MANER MALINATÁ DÚRE SARÁO
PRAGAMER PRIYA PRABHU PRAKETA PRABHÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PRAGAMER PRIYA PRABHU PRAKETA PRABHÁY NANDAN MADHU D́HÁLO LIILÁ DYOTANÁY ÁSÁ JÁOÁ NÁHI TAVA SMITA KARUŃÁY PRATI PALE BHÁUNGO GAŔO BOLO NÁ KII CÁO MOR MANER MALINATÁ DÚRE SARÁO
SHRAT́Á SHRIT́I ÁCHE, ÁCHE E JAGAT ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHRAT́Á SHRIT́I ÁCHE, ÁCHE E JAGAT TRAYII SAMÁHÁRE TUMI HE MAHAT EK KE ANEK TUMI ACALE CALAT AŃUR VINIIMAYE BHUMÁ BHARE DÁO MOR MANER MALINATÁ DÚRE SARÁO
SHARAŃE ESECHI HE SHÁNTIMAY MOR MANER MALINATÁ DÚRE SARÁO
Translation
O the embodiment of tranquility, i have come to Your shelter, remove away the dirt of my mind. O the Effulgent, I accept that You make the heaven dance, with the spread of Your beauty. O Lord, You are Dear from the first advance, with initially expressed effulgence. You pour blissful sweetness with the figurative expression of Your liila’, the illusive play. There is no coming and going for You, with smiling mercy, each moment, You break and create without telling what You want. The Creator, created and the universe is there, and as aggregate of all the three You are the Great. You are One with multiplicities immobile, yet moving. In exchange of microcosmic “I”, You fill the Cosmic.
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