1717 (21/08/1984) K


TOMÁR SVARÚPA BUJHE OT́HÁ DÁY
KABHU KOMAL KABHU ÁLO JHALAKÁY

BUJHE OT́HÁ DÁY
ÁNDHÁR GHARE PRADIIP JVÁLO
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ÁNDHÁR GHARE PRADIIP JVÁLO
NÁSHO MANER NIKHAR KÁLO
SHUŚKA HIYAY SUDHÁ D́HÁLO
BOLO NÁKO THÁKO KOTHÁY

BUJHE OT́HÁ DÁY
SARVA JANER TUMII ÁDHÁR
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SARVA JANER TUMII ÁDHÁR
SARVA BODHER TUMI MÚLÁDHÁR
SARVA SHIIRŚE SMITA SAHASRÁR
SARVÁVASTHÁY TUMI SAHÁY

BUJHE OT́HÁ DÁY
TOMÁR SVARÚPA BUJHE OT́HÁ DÁY







It is very difficult to understand Your form.

Sometimes You are harsh,
sometimes soft,
sometimes You radiate effulgence.

Do light a lamp in my dark house;
and destroy the pitch darkness of my mind.
Pour nectar into my dry heart;
and do not make me ask You where You are.

You are the very foundation of all.
You are the basis of all intuition.
You are the topmost smiling sahasrara
and provider of help under all conditions.