PS 4935
HE VISHVAJINT HE SARVABHU'TA NAMO NAMO NAMO NAMO
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HE VISHVAJIT HE SARVA BHRT NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
ÁBRAHMASTABHE DULIE CALO HE VIRÁT́A HE ANUPAMA NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
PÁT́HÁYECHO MORE KÁJ KARE JETE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PÁT́HÁYECHO MORE KÁJ KARE JETE ÁLASYE SAMAY NÁ KÁT́ÁTE PALE ANUPALE VIVEKE BÁŔÁTE KARINI TÁ TRUT́I KŚAMO KŚAMO NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
BUJHECHI DHARÁY KENO JE ESECHI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BUJHECHI DHARÁY KENO JE ESECHI MARMER MÁJHE TOMÁRE KHUNJECHI KŚUDRA MÁNASE DHARITE CEYECHI HE ICCHÁMAYA PRIYATAMA NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
HE VISHVAJIT HE SARVA BHÚT NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
O the conqueror of the world, maintainer of all beings, I salute You. You go on swinging fro Cosmos to the blade of grass, O the Great, O Uncomparible. You have sent me to do Your work, not for passing time in laziness, for improving my discrimination each moment, but I did not do so, that mistake of mine, You pardon me. I have understood what for I have come to this earth, that is, to search You within the core of my mind, to hold You with my small mind, O the dearest, the Embodiment of will.
Translation
HE VISHVAJIT HE SARVA BHRT NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
ÁBRAHMASTABHE DULIE CALO HE VIRÁT́A HE ANUPAMA NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
PÁT́HÁYECHO MORE KÁJ KARE JETE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PÁT́HÁYECHO MORE KÁJ KARE JETE ÁLASYE SAMAY NÁ KÁT́ÁTE PALE ANUPALE VIVEKE BÁŔÁTE KARINI TÁ TRUT́I KŚAMO KŚAMO NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
BUJHECHI DHARÁY KENO JE ESECHI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BUJHECHI DHARÁY KENO JE ESECHI MARMER MÁJHE TOMÁRE KHUNJECHI KŚUDRA MÁNASE DHARITE CEYECHI HE ICCHÁMAYA PRIYATAMA NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
HE VISHVAJIT HE SARVA BHÚT NAMO, NAMO, NAMO, NAMO
O the conqueror of the world, maintainer of all beings, I salute You. You go on swinging fro Cosmos to the blade of grass, O the Great, O Uncomparible. You have sent me to do Your work, not for passing time in laziness, for improving my discrimination each moment, but I did not do so, that mistake of mine, You pardon me. I have understood what for I have come to this earth, that is, to search You within the core of my mind, to hold You with my small mind, O the dearest, the Embodiment of will.
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