4512 (16/12/1988) K (Hindi)


AVADHA GAYE PARYÁG GAYE
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ

TIRATHA GAYE BARAT LIYE
PRIITAM KÁ NÁ MILÁ ISHÁRÁ
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ

Á JÁNÁ Á JÁNÁ Á JÁNÁ CITACOR
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
Á JÁNÁ Á JÁNÁ Á JÁNÁ CITACOR
JAG KÁ CÁNDA TUM HAM HAEN CAKOR
NÁG KÁ NÁGIN BHÁVA KÁ NICOŔ
JIIVAN KÁ EK HII SAHÁRÁ
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ

CHUT́A GAYÁ CHUT́A GAYÁ
CHUT́A GAYÁ BHAGAVÁN
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
CHUT́A GAYÁ CHUT́A GAYÁ
CHUT́A GAYÁ BHAGAVÁN
SAMÁJ LOKA LÁJA SUKH KÁ SVAPAN
LENÁ DENÁ JÁVAN ÁVAN
RAHÁ SIRFA PRAKÁSH TUMHÁRÁ
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ

AVADHA GAYE PARYÁG GAYE
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ
MANA NÁ BHARÁ HAMÁRÁ







I visited holy pilgrim places like Avadh and Praya’g, but my mind was not satiated. I
took vows and went for pilgrimage, but did not get any clue of the Beloved. O the Unknown
Stealer of my mind, You are the moon of the world and I am cakor bird looking for You. The
essence of all feelings and the female serpent of the male, there is only One shelter of
life. The God is left out, the dream of joy and the social and public shyness. The taking
and giving, coming and going, only Your expressed illumination is left out.