PS 4996
SAVA'I VALE HARI SAVA'R A'MI VALI HARE A'MA'R JIIVAN TARII
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
SABÁI BOLE HARI SABÁR ÁMI BOLI HARI ÁMÁR
JIIVAN TARII CÁLÁBO SABÁR SABÁRE MOCHÁBO ASHRU DHÁR. SABÁRE KARO ÁPANÁR ÁMI BOLI HARI ÁMÁR
PHULER REŃU BOLE HESE HARI ÁMÁY BHÁLOBÁSE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PHULER REŃU BOLE HESE HARI ÁMÁY BHÁLOBÁSE GOPII BOLE VRNDÁVANE HARI THÁKE MODER SANE AŃU BHUMÁ SABÁI JE TÁHÁR ÁMI BOLI HARI ÁMÁR
SABÁI TÁHÁR CARAŃ REŃU ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SABÁI TÁHÁR CARAŃ REŃU SABÁI TÁR ADHARER VEŃU SABÁR SÁTHE CARÁYE DHENU PRÁŃER PRIYA SE JE SABÁKÁR ÁMI BOLI HARI ÁMÁR
SABÁI BOLE HARI SABÁR ÁMI BOLI HARI ÁMÁR
Translation
All say that the Lord, Hari belongs to all, but I say that He belongs to me only. You steer the boat of life of every one, wipe the tears of all. And make all Your own. The pollen of flower says smilingly, that the Lord, Hari loves them. The Gopiis, the devotees say that the Hari of Vrnda’van stays with them. Since the microcosm and Macrocosm belong to You only. All are the dust of Your feet, All are the flute at Your lips. You graze the cows along with all. That Dearest belongs to all.
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