PS 4870
A'NANDA PRABHA'TE MADHUR SROTE KE GO TUMI ELE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁNANDA PRABHÁTE MADHUR SHROTE KE GO TUMI ELE ÁLOKAMAY MADHUMAY
RAUNGE RÁUNGÁLE MAN KE MÁTÁLE ARUPA DHARÁ DILE HOYE RÚPA MAY KE GO TUMI ELE ÁLOKAMAY MADHUMAY
JÁD́YA JAD́IMÁ MÁKHÁ KALI JATA PHUT́ALO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JÁD́YA JAD́IMÁ MÁKHÁ KALI JATA PHUT́ALO NIRGANDHÁ PHUL SAORABHE HÁSALO JÁRE KEHO CÁHITE NÁ SE SUDHÁTE BHARALO ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS PALAKE HOLO CINMAY KE GO TUMI ELE ÁLOKAMAY MADHUMAY
PRÁŃER ÁKUTI SABE DIYE JÁY HÁT CHÁNI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PRÁŃER ÁKUTI SABE DIYE JÁY HÁT CHÁNI PRIITIR PRATIITI BOLE JENE TÁRE NÁHI JÁNI VIVEK BUDDHI BALE, NÁ JENEO TÁRE MÁNI MARAŃA JAGATE SE JE AMRTMAY. KE GO TUMI ELE ÁLOKAMAY MADHUMAY
ÁNANDA PRABHÁTE MADHUR SHROTE KE GO TUMI ELE ÁLOKAMAY MADHUMAY
Translation
On this blissful morning, through the sweet stream, Who is that You who came, O the embodiment of sweetness. Coloring with hues, intoxicating the mind, becoming full of form You provided flow of formlessness. Smeared with cold inertia, all buds bloomed. The odorless flowers smiled with fragrance. Those not liked by anyone, became full of nectar. The sky and air became embodiment of consciousness. With gesture of hands, all go on giving the earnestness of vigor. The realization of love says, knowingly You do not know Him. It is accepted that by power of knowledge and discrimination, no one can know Him. In the mortal world, He is embodiment of nectar.
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