PS 4830
TOMA'R CARAN'ATALE ATALA ANALA DOLE TAVA PARASHA
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TOMÁR CARAŃ TALE ATAL ANAL DOLE TAVA PARASH KŚAŃIK DOLÁY
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TOMÁR CARAŃ TALE ATAL ANAL DOLE TAVA PARASH KŚAŃIK DOLÁY
Translation
O Lord, below Your feet, at the unfathomable depth, fire swings, with momentary jerk of Your touch. By Your glance, in Your creation, through Your flute, the mind is satiated. I am a dust particle of Your feet. I am unable to see beyond myself. I am unable to cross my own limitations. I am surviving in meditation, with hope of attaining You. In the garden You are the fragrance of flower, within floral pollen, essence of honey, with fragrance You fill sky and air. The stag does not know that where is the musk.
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