PS 4606
TUMI A'MA'R SAB PEYECHIR PARASHAMAN'I
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Roman script
TUMI ÁMÁR SAB PEYECHIR PARASH MAŃI TUCCHA KEU TOMÁR CHONYÁY SONÁY D́HELE TULE ÁNI
TUMI ÁMÁR SAB PEYECHIR PARASH MAŃI NIDÁGH DÁHE KLÁNTI HARÁ DUHKHE SUKHE SHÁNTI BHARÁ MAN BHRAMARÁY TRIPTA KARÁ PRIITIR DEULER ARGHYAKHÁNI
TUMI ÁMÁR SAB PEYECHIR PARASH MAŃI ÁCHO KÁCHE HÁTER PÁSHE MITHYE GHURI DÚR VIDESHE BÁNDHE RIPU AŚT́A PÁSHE JAKHAN TOMÁY DÚRE MÁNI TUMI ÁMÁR SAB PEYECHIR PARASH MAŃI
Translation
O Lord, You are my all providing touchstone. Any meager, with Your touch, can obtain pouring gold. You remove the exhaustion caused by burning heat of the sun and provide tranquility during pain and pleasure. You satiate the mental bee and offerings at the temple of love. You are close to the hands, in vain I roamed from countries to countries. When I consider You away, then the six internal enemies and eight nooses, bind me.
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