PS 4898
MAN MOR CHUT'E JA'Y MANDRITA MADHUPASAMA HE PU'RN'A
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MAN MOR CHÚT́E JÁY MANDRITA MADHUPA SAMA
HE PÚRŃA HE PÚŃYA TOMÁRI PÁNE HE MAHODADHI UPAMA MANDRITA MADHUP SAMA
TUMI CHÁŔÁ ÁMI NÁI JÁNE JAGATE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TUMI CHÁŔÁ ÁMI NÁI JÁNE JAGATE TUMI MORE GHIRE ÁCHO CÁRI BHITE ÁNKHITE ASHRU NÁVE TAVA NÁMETE KÁCHE ESE MOR DOŚA TRUT́I KŚAMA MANDRITA MADHUP SAMA
SAKAL PRIYER PRIYA TUMI PRABHU MOR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SAKAL PRIYER PRIYA TUMI PRABHU MOR TUMI PÚRŃIMÁ CÁNDA ÁMI JE CAKOR TOMÁR BHÁVETE ÁMI HOYECHI VIBHOR KARUŃÁ KARAŃ TUMI NAMAH NAMAH MANDRITA MADHUP SAMA
MAN MOR CHÚT́E JÁY MANDRITA MADHUPA SAMA
Translation
O Lord, my mind rushes towards you like a buzzing bee, O Complete, O Virtue personified, O like the greatest ocean. The whole world knows that I have no existence without you. You surround me from all the sides. By your name itself tears come into my eyes. Coming close pardon me of my defects and mistakes. O My Lord, you are the dearest amongst the dears. You are the full moon and I am the cakor bird (a swallow, a bird said to enjoy drinking moonbeam), by your ideation I get engrossed. I salute you O bestower of kindness.
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