PS 4901
MADHURII TOMA'R CHAR'IYE DIYECHA BHU'LOKE DYULOKE
Renditions
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Roman script
MÁDHURII TOMÁR CHAŔÁYE DIYECHO BHÚLOKE DYULOKE GOLOKE SRIŚT́IR PRATI PALAKE?
PARAMA PURUŚA LUKÁYE RAYECHO SEI MÁDHURIIR ALOKE SRIŚT́IR PRATI PALAKE
VRTHÁI KHUNJECHI JALE STHALE NABHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ VRTHÁI KHUNJECHI JALE STHALE NABHE JÁRE KHUNJI SE JE THÁKE ANUBHAVE THÁKE NÁ VIDYÁ BUDDHI VIBHAVE CÁK CIKYER JAMAKE SRIŚT́IR PRATI PALAKE
BHIITARE TOMÁRE KHUNJE NOBO PRIYA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BHIITARE TOMÁRE KHUNJE NOBO PRIYA SAB KICHU DOBO KRPÁ KARE NIO JÁ ICCHÁ TAVA MUKHA PHÚT́E CEYO ARUŃÁCALER ÁLOKE SRIŚT́IR PRATI PALAKE
Translation
O Lord, You have scattered each moment Your sweetness in the world, heaven and spiritual arena, of the creation. O Parama Purus’a, You have remained hidden within that illumination of sweetness. It was useless for me to search Him in land, water or sky. The One whom I search, resided within the feelings. He does not stay in glittering grandeur of wealth of skill and intellect. O Dear, I shall search and get You within, give You everything that You accept by grace. Whatever You want, You speak out, in the illumination of the eastern horizon.
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