PS 4639
A'LOKE ESECHA BHA'VE MISHECHA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁLOKE ESECHO, BHÁVE MISHECHO PARAMA PÚJYA TUMI PARAMA PRIYA
SHIRÁ UPSHIRÁ DHAMANIITE RAYECHO MOR AŃU PARAMÁŃURI NATI NIYO PARAMA PUJYA TUMI PARAM PRIYA
ÁTMÁR ÁTMIIYA HE SARVÁDHÁR KARUŃÁSINDHU TUMI NIJE NIRÁDHÁR APÁR MAMATÁR MURTA ÁGÁR PRAJINÁR ADHIISHA TUMI APARIMEYA PARAMA PUJYA TUMI PARAM PRIYA
ÁBRAHMASTAMBE TOMÁR LIILÁ UHÁVOHE OTAH PROTE KARICHO KHELÁ VISHVAEKATÁ MÁJHE MADHU MEKHALÁ CINEO CINITE NÁHI HE VARAŃIIYA PARAMA PUJYA TUMI PARAM PRIYA
ÁLOKE ESECHO, BHÁVE MISHECHO PARAMA PUJYA TUMI PARAM PRIYA
Translation
O Lord, You came through light and merged in the feelings. You are the most revered and the dearest. You reside in veins nerve endings and arteries, accept the salutations of my each atom and molecule. O the own amidst nearest, base of all, You are ocean of mercy but without any foundation Yourself. The materialized store of unlimited affection, You are the Controller of the intuition, unlimited. From Cosmos to the blade of grass, is Your liila’, the illusive game. Through feelings , individually and collectively, You perform the play. Amidst the unity of the world, You are the sweet series of ornament. O the Most Revered, even after knowing, I am unable to recognise You.
Thoughts
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