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248 (01/02/1983) D


ÁJ KE PRABHU TOMÁR SÁTHE
NÚTAN KARE HOLO PARICAYA

MOHERI GHOR SARIYE DIYE
DHARÁ DILE MANOMAYA
TÁI TO DEKHI PHÚL VANE ÁJ
JADAR ESECHE
MÁTÁLO HAOÁ MADHURIMÁY
BHARE UT́HECHE
KÁN PETE SHUNI EKAI SURERA
MURCHANÁ JÁGE BHUVANA MAYA
NÚTAN KARE HOLO PARICAYA

SURERI D́HEU TÁNE TÁNE
BÁJALO ÁJI PRÁŃE PRÁŃE
SAKALA HIYÁYA RAINJANA ELO
SAKALA HIYÁYA RAINJANA ELO
SAKALA HIYÁYA RAINJANA ELO
SPANDANA ELO TAVA DOLÁY

ÁJ KE PRABHU TOMÁR SÁTHE
NÚTAN KARE HOLO PARICAYA


O Lord,
today I got acquainted with You in a new way.
By removing my deep attachment,
O Cognitive Faculty,
I attained You.

In my garden, I observe that tide has come.
The intoxicated wind is full of sweetness.

In my ears only one melody resonates.
By it, the entire world is being swayed.
To each rhythmic wave of that melody,
my vitality swings.

All minds are (today) filled with beauty.
By Your jerk, divine oscillations spread forth.







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