PS 4982
A'LO JHARA'N'O EI BHUVANE LIILA' CARE JA'O GOPANE GAHANE
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ÁLO JHARÁNO EI BHUVANE ÁLO JHARÁNO EI BHUVANE LIILÁ RACE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
ÚŚÁTE DILE RÁG HRDAYE ANURÁG ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÚŚÁTE DILE RÁG HRDAYE ANURÁG PUŚPE PARÁG GLÁNITE VIRÁG NIILÁKÁSHER VIDHU KORAKERI MADHU MUKHAR HE BANDHU TOMÁRI GUŃAGÁNE LIILÁ RACE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
ÁCHO GIRI SHIRE PÁTÁLE KANDARE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁCHO GIRI SHIRE PÁTÁLE KANDARE SINDHU GAHVARE HARAŚE ÁNKHI NIIRE JIIVAN TUMI CHÁŔÁ PHAŃI MANI HÁRÁ TUMII DHRUVA TÁRÁ SMARAŃE MANANE LIILÁ RACE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
ÁLO JHARÁNO EI BHUVANE ÁLO JHARÁNO EI BHUVANE LIILÁ RACE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
Translation
O Lord, in this light scattering world, You go on making illusive game, liila’, in deep secrecy. You provided crimson colour to the morning, and affrction in the heart, the pragrance in flowers and aversion in repentenence. The moon of the blue sky, the honey of the core, are expressing Your glorifying songs. You are on the top of the mountain, in caves and in the netherworld. You are also in depth of the sea and tears of joy. Having left You, the life is like the gemlost serpent. You are the only pole star in remembering and meditation.
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