PS 4967
JINA'NE DHARA' NA'HI DILE DHYA'NE DHARIVA TOMA'RE
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JINÁNE DHARÁ NÁHI DILE DHYÁNE DHARIBO TOMÁRE
SHAYANE SVAPANE JÁGARAŃE GÁNE, MAN TOMÁRE SMARE DHYÁNE DHARIBO TOMÁRE
NIDÁGHE HUTÁSHE GANGAN MOR KÁCHE SE O SHUBHA KŚAŃ VARAŚÁR VÁRI VARŚAŃ MOR MANE KARE UCHÁT́AN SE BHÁVEI HOK ÁGAMAN SE BHÁVE DÁNŔÁYE RABO DVÁRE DHYÁNE DHARIBO TOMÁRE
SHARATE SHEFÁLII KUSHE KÁSHE HEMANTE HIMEL VÁTÁSE SHIITER NIT́HUR JAD́ÁBHÁSE KISHLAYE SMITA MADHU MÁSE BÁR MÁSE JE KONO PRAHARE DHYÁNE DHARIBO TOMÁRE
JINÁNE DHARÁ NÁHI DILE DHYÁNE DHARIBO TOMÁRE
Translation
O Lord, You did not come into the fold with Knowledge, now I shall bring You to my fold with ideation. The mind remembers You in sleep, dream or awaken state, and through songs. During my blazing depression of heat, that auspicious time was with me. The rainwater of the rainy season, captivates my mind. Expecting Your arrival, with that feeling, I shall stand at Your door. During autumn with shefa’lii flowers and tall grasses, during postautumn, prewinter period with cool breeze, during winter with merciless cold inertia during smiling spring with tender leaves, all the twelve months, in all periods, I shall hold You in my ideation.
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