PS 4757
SHAS'KA' HARAN'A KLESHANIVA'RAN'A AGATIRA GATI HARI A'MA'R
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
SHAUNKÁ HARAŃA KLESHA NIVÁRAŃA AGATIRA GATI HARI ÁMÁR HARI ÁMÁR HE HARI ÁMÁR
CALA CAINCALA SMITA SHATADALA PARIMALE BHARO TRISAḾSÁRA HARI ÁMÁR HE HARI ÁMÁR
DURYOGA ÁSE ASHANI BHÁSE DURYOGA ÁSE ASHANI BHÁSE DURYOGA ÁSE ASHANI BHÁSE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DURYOGA ÁSE ASHANI BHÁSE KÁLA BAESHÁKHII AT́T́AHÁSE TOMÁR SHARAŃE TOMÁR CARAŃE BHAKTARE RÁKHO SARVÁDHÁR HARI ÁMÁR HE HARI ÁMÁR
JÁR KEHO NÁI TUMI ÁCHO TÁR JÁR KEHO NÁI TUMI ÁCHO TÁR JÁR KEHO NÁI TUMI ÁCHO TÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JÁR KEHO NÁI TUMI ÁCHO TÁR SAKAL SÁRER TUMI SHEŚA SÁR KÁLER DANŚT́RÁ KI KARIBE TÁR JE PEYECHE KRPÁ KAŃÁ TOMÁR HARI ÁMÁR HE HARI ÁMÁR
Translation
O snatcher of suspicion, preventer from pains, resort of helpless, You are my Lord, Hari. With smiling, vibrant lotus fragrance, fill the three world. The bad times come, the lightning appears, and the destructive storm laughs. Under Your shelter, below Your feet keep this devotee, O the basis of all. For those who have none, You are there. You are the final essence of all essences. The monstrous teeth of time, cannot harm him, who gets the wee bit of Your grace.
Thoughts
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