PS 4734
JAY JAY JAY JAY PRABHU TOMA'RI HAVE BHU'LOKE DUYLOKE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
JAY, JAY, JAY JAY PRABHU TOMÁRI HOBE
BHULOKE DYULOKE GOLOKE TRILOKE CIRA KÁL TUMI VIJAYII/STHÁYII BHÁVE? RABE JAY PRABHU TOMÁRI HOBE
SHAKTIR MADE MATTA JÁRÁ AHAḾKÁRE KRIITA DÁSA TÁRÁ JAD́ER BÁNDHANE VIVEKA HÁRÁ DHÚLITE TÁRÁ MILIYE JÁBE JAY PRABHU TOMÁRI HOBE
ARUŃODAYE ÁNDHÁRE JÁRÁ SHIVÁ KÁKÁRIR ANUCARA TÁRÁ DÁNAVER KÁLO HÁTER DÁSA ERÁ GHRŃÁR CARAŃÁGHÁTE LUT́ÁBE JAY PRABHU TMÁRI HOBE
JAY, JAY, JAY JAY PRABHU TOMÁRI HOBE
Translation
Victory to You, Lord in heaven, earth, and the underworld.
Throughout everlasting time the sound of Your victory will reverberate. Those who are drunk on power are the slaves of vanity. The bondage of materialism has made them lose their conscience, they will ultimately mingle with the dust of the earth.
Even during sunrise there are those who follow darkness the companions of [avidya?]. They are slaves of the demon’s black hand and will be scattered by his hateful kicks.
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