PS 4794
PRADIIPA SHALA'KA' JVALE CALI EKA'
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
PRADIIP SHALÁKÁ JVELE CALI EKÁ SE PRIYA TO MOR ELO NÁ
ÁNKHITE TÁHÁRE BÁNDHITE CEYECHI ÁNKHI MELÁ ÁR HOLO NÁ SE PRIYA TO MOR ELO NÁ
ÁSAN PÁTIYÁ DHYÁNE BASIÁCHI TÁRE NÁ CÁHIÁ VARE CÁHIÁCHI DHRUVE NÁ CEYE ADHRUVE CEYECHI CÁVÁR SIIMÁ PHURÁLO NÁ SE PRIYA TO MOR ELO NÁ
ÁSAN TULITE TULITE BHEVECHI BHAKTI BINÁ VYARTHA HOECHI SHUKTIR MUKTÁRE KAHITECHI PARÁBHAKTI KI DEBE NÁ SE PRIYA TO MOR ELO NÁ
PRADIIP SHALÁKÁ JVELE CALI EKÁ SE PRIYA TO MOR ELO NÁ
Translation
Kindling the torch, I move alone, looking for my Dear, Who did not come. I Wanted to bind Him to my eyes, but could not open the eyes. Sitting and meditating upon Him, I did not want Him but boon from Him. Not wanting the definite, I wanted indefinite, and thus the desire was not fulfilled. I thought while lifting the altar seat, all went waste without devotion. Like pearl in the shell, I asked, would You not grant me para’bhakti, absolute devotion.
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