PS 4965
GARAVA MODER TOMA'Y NIYE TOMA'R KA'JE TOMA'R MA'JHE
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Roman script
GARAVA MODER TOMÁY NIYE TOMÁR KÁJE TOMÁR MÁJHE JIIVAN DHÁRÁ MISHIE DIYE GARAVA MODER TOMÁY NIYE
VISHVA TOMÁR KHELÁR PUTUL SAB VIŚAYE TUMI ATÚL GRAHA TÁRÁ NÁCCHE DODUL HE PRIYA TOMÁR PÁNE TÁKIYE GARAVA MODER TOMÁY NIYE
ÁDI KÁLER TUMI MAHÁDEVA MADHYA YUGER TUMI VÁSUDEVA SABÁR KŚATE LÁGÁO PRALEPA KHELÁ KARO SABÁRE MÁTIYE GARAVA MODER TOMÁY NIYE
Translation
O Lord, I feel honored by vertue of You. I have merged the stream of life for Your work within You. The world is puppet of Your game. You are uncomparable from all objectivities. The stars and planets rotate oscillating, looking towards You, O Dear. You are the Shiva Maha’deva of ancient time, and Krsna, Va’sudeva of the medieval time. You apply ointment on the injuries of all. And play game charming all.
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