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PS 4648

BHUVAN BHARÁ RUPE RAYECHO DHUPE DIIPE MOR KI KÁJ TOMÁR

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BHUVAN BHARÁ RUPE RAYECHO DHUPE DIIPE MOR KI KÁJ TOMÁR

PRIITIR ÁSAN PRÁŃE PETECHO CITI SHAKTIR CIRA SAMÁHÁR DHUPE DIIPE MOR KI KÁJ TOMÁR

NAVÁRUŃER RAUNGER LIILÁY PHUL KORAKE MADHURIMÁY MANER KOŃER BHÁVA DRÁGHIMÁY MISHE ÁCHO HE ATUL APÁR DHUPE DIIPE MOR KI KÁJ TOMÁR

SUKHE BHULE THÁKI TOMÁY DUHKHE BOLI SAB TOMÁRI DÁY NITYADHÁMER TÚRIIYATÁY MARTYA LOKE MÁTÁO SABÁR DHUPE DIIPE MOR KI KÁJ TOMÁR

BHUVAN BHARÁ RUPE RAYECHO DHUPE DIIPE MOR KI KÁJ TOMÁR

Translation

O Lord, You have filled the entire world, what is Your purpose with my fragrance and lamp? You are seated on the love of my life, as eternal concentration of the consciousness. O incomparable, unlimited, You are merged with the liila’ of new dawn, sweetness of the floral nucleus, and the longitude of the recess of the mind. During happiness, I have remained oblivious of You, and during pains, I say that all is Your inheritance. With the absolute absorption of the eternal abode, You intoxicate all in the ephemeral world.

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