PS 4779
TOMAR I A'SHA'Y PALA GUN'E HA'Y
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Roman script
TOMÁRI ÁSHÁY PAL GUNE HÁY DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
DUHKHER VEDANÁ SUKHER CETANÁ KICHUI BOJHO NÁ MAN KII CÁY DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
CÁNDER HÁSITE JE ÁLO JHALAKÁY VYATHITA HRDAYE JÁHÁ BOLITE CÁY GIITIR DYUTITE JE PRIITI VARAŚÁY VINDU SINDHUTE UPACÁY DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
TUMI ÁCHO ÁR ÁCHE E JAGAT RAYECHE KŚUDRA RAYECHE MAHAT UPALE GHIRIÁ RAYECHE BRIHAT AŃUTE TRYASREŃU MURCHÁY DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
TOMÁRI ÁSHÁY PAL GUNE HÁY DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
Translation
Alas, counting time in Your hope, the days come and go away, O Lord. The pangs of pain and awareness of joy, You do not understand at all what the mind wants. The light scattered by the smile of the moon, the words that the afflicted heart wants to speak, the shower of love that by the glow of songs, the drop is created in the ocean. You are there and this world is there, small and great both remain. The Great is surrounded by the stone, and the atoms dissolve in the particles.
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