PS 4808
MOHANER PARASHA LA'GI MAN MOR TA'RI PA'NE DHA'Y
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Roman script
MOHANER PARASH LÁGII MAN MOR TÁRI PÁNE DHÁY
JAD́ERI BÁNDHAN ÁR LÁJERI BHUŚAŃA SAB CHINŔE TÁRE PETE CÁY MAN MOR TÁRI PÁNE DHÁY
JE PHUL BHARIÁ CHILO RÚPERI SHOBHÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE PHUL BHARIÁ CHILO RÚPERI SHOBHÁY JE PHÚL CÁHIÁ CHILO PRIITI DYOTANÁY SE PHUL ARGHYA DITE CÁI JE TOMÁY ABHÁVA ÁJ BHÁVE UPACÁY MAN MOR TÁRI PÁNE DHÁY
JE BHÁVANÁ BHARÁ CHILO EKAK PRÁŃE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE BHÁVANÁ BHARÁ CHILO EKAK PRÁŃE TÁ HOLO UTSÁRITA VISHVA GÁNE BHUMÁ TARE AŃURI ABHIDHYÁNE GUŃA NIRGUŃE MURCHÁY. MAN MOR TÁRI PÁNE DHÁY
MOHANER PARASH LÁGII MAN MOR TÁRI PÁNE DHÁY
Translation
For the toch of the charmer, my mind rushes towards Him. The inertial bondages of matter and ornament of shyness, leaving all, it wants to attain Him. The flower that was full of beautiful decoration, the flower that wanted gesture of love, the flower that I wanted to offer to You, the absence of that creates feelings. The feelings that were filled in single life, that were emanated in the universal song. In the meditation of the microcosm for the Macrocosm, the attributes get dissolved in the Nirgun’a, void without attributes.
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