PS 4828
NAYANE MADHURA HA'SI ADHARE MOHANA VA'NSHII
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NAYANE MADHUR HÁSI ADHARE MOHAN BÁNSHII NECE CALO DIVÁNISHI D́HELE PRIITI PASARÁY
SAKALER VARAŃIIYA SABÁKÁR ÁTMIIYA SABÁR PÚJANIIYA TUMI DEVA E DHARÁY NECE CALO DIVÁNISHI D́HELE PRIITI PASHARÁY
TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI JALE STHALE ÁKÁSHE TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI JALE STHALE ÁKÁSHE TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI JALE STHALE ÁKÁSHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI JALE STHALE ÁKÁSHE UPAMÁ NÁHIKO PÁI MANANE DHYÁNÁBHÁSE TUMI AGATIR GATI AKHAND́A DHRUVA DYUTI SHAKTI JINÁN BHAKTIR TUMI SAMAVÁY NECE CALO DIVÁNISHI D́HELE PRIITI PASHARÁY
YAMUNÁR NIIL JALE TAMÁL TARUR TALE YAMUNÁR NIIL JALE TAMÁL TARUR TALE YAMUNÁR NIIL JALE TAMÁL TARUR TALE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
YAMUNÁR NIIL JALE TAMÁL TARUR TALE NIIP MAINJARII MÁJHE RÁKHÁL RÁJER SÁJE SABETEI ÁCHO BHARE SRIŚT́IR PRATI STARE CHEDA KABHU NÁHI PRABHU TAVA MARTYA LIILÁY NECE CALO DIVÁNISHI D́HELE PRIITI PASHARÁY
Translation
O Lord, with sweet smile in the eyes, and charming flute on the lips, You go on dancing pouring articles of love. Adorable for all, own of everyone, worth worshipping by all, You are the Divinity of this world. There is no comparison of You in land, water or sky. I do not find any example in mind under meditation. You are resort of helpless continuous constant glow. You are combination of energy, knowledge and devotion. Within the blue water of river Yamuna’, below the palm tree, in buds of niip, in the adornment of king of herdsman, in everything You pervade, at each level of creation. In Your mortal illusive game, liila’, there is no flaw.
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