PS 4618
TOMA'RE BHA'LAVESE AVASHES'E
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Roman script
TOMÁRE BHALOBESE AVASHEŚE TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
AŃUTVA PÁY BHUMÁTVA KÁLIMÁY GARIMÁ GRÁSE TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
SE RÁGE ANURÁGE VARAŚÁ KEYÁ PARÁGE PRASUPTA PREŚAŃÁ JÁGE VEŃU MOR RAŃANE HÁSE TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
SAB PEYECHIR GÁNE MÁTÁLO JYOTIŚKA DIYE TAVA TÁLA CETANÁR DYUTITE VISHÁL CIDÁKASH JYOTITE BHÁSE TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
TOMÁRE BHALOBESE AVASHEŚE TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
Translation
O Lord, having loved You, my mind is charged with divinity. The microcosm attains Macrocosmic stance, and glory has devoured the darkness. With that love and hue, in the pollen of rainy ketakii flower the sleeping propulsive energy awakened. And my flute smiles with resonance. You frenzied me with all providing song, by giving brilliance to Your rhythm. With grand effulgence of consciousness, the mental firmament is illuminated.
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