PS 4628
BHA'LAVESECHI A'MI TOMA'Y JAR'ATA'R JATA A'HVA'N
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BHÁLOBESECHI ÁMI TOMÁY JAD́ATÁR JATA ÁHVÁN JATA NESHÁ JATA T́ÁN JÁNI TÁ ÁMÁR TARE NAY
BHÁLOBESECHI ÁMI TOMÁY JATA PHUL ÁJ PHUT́ECHE KÁLA SE JHARIÁ GECHE JE MÁLÁ RAUNGE HESECHE KÁLA SE DHULÁY HOBE LAY
BHÁLOBESECHI ÁMI TOMÁY NISHÁ JABE SARE JÁY CÁNDA HÁY MESHE TAMASÁY BHÁLO LÁGÁ BHÁLOBÁSÁY ESE MESHE SHEŚE TAVA PÁY BHÁLOBESECHI ÁMI TOMÁY
Translation
O Lord, I love You. All the calls of materialism, all intoxications, all pull, I know that they are not meant for me. The flowers that bloom today, would drop tomorrow. The garland that smiles today with colours, would merge into dust tomorrow. When the night ends, alas the moon fades away. Those which are loving and charming, come and at the end merge at our feet.
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