PS 4825
A'LOKER SROTE BHA'SIYA' CALECHA ANA'DI HAITE AJA'NA'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁLOKER SROTE BHÁSIÁ CALECHO ANÁDI HOITE AJÁNÁY
SRIŚT́IR DHÁRÁ NÁCIÁ CALECHE TÁRI MÁJHE LIILÁRI DOLÁY ANÁDI HOITE AJÁNÁY
E KII EŚAŃÁ E KI GO ICCHÁ E KII EŚAŃÁ E KI GO ICCHÁ E KII KÁLAGATA E KII YADRCCHÁ E KII SVÁBHÁVIK E KII YATHECCHÁ BUJHÁO AHAETUKI KARUŃÁY ANÁDI HOITE AJÁNÁY
MÁS RTU JÁY PALE PRAHARETE MÁS RTU JÁY PALE PRAHARETE KEHO THEME NÁI EI VISHVETE JE ÁSE SE JÁYE VIRÁT́ER SROTE E VIDHI NIHITA VIDHÁTÁY. ÁLOKER SROTE BHÁSIÁ CALECHO ANÁDI HOITE AJÁNÁY
Translation
O Lord, in the stream of effulgence, You go on floating from beginninglessness to unknown. The flow of creation goes on dancing, revolving, within that, swinging with Your liila’ the illusion. What a will, what a wish? Is it within limits of time, is it accidental selfwill? Is it natural, is it as desired, explain to me by Your causeless mercy. The month and seasons pass in moments and periods, none stops in this world. He who comes goes, in the stream of the Great. In this style the Controller is located.
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