549 (27/05/1983) K


ESO ESO PRIYATAMA
KAT́HOR HIYÁ MAMA KARO KUSUM SAMA
JVÁLO ÁLO NÁSHO TAMA
ESO ESO PRIYATAMA

JE PHÚL PHOT́ENIKO KAT́HIN SHILÁPARE
PHUT́UK ÁJI SE KOMAL DHARÁ DHÁRE
JE PHAL PHALILO NÁ MARU HRIDAY MÁJHE
TÁHÁRE SÁJÁO SHOBHAN SHYÁM SÁJE
LÁGÁO ÁMÁRE MANO MATA KÁJE
VINATI JÁNÁI JÁNÁI NAMO NAMAH
ESO ESO PRIYATAMA

LÁGINI ETA DIN TOMÁR KONO KÁJE
SÁJINI TOMÁR MANO MATA SÁJE
BUJHINI TAFÁT KÁJE O AKÁJE
ÁMÁR SEI TRUT́I ÁJI KE KŚAMO KŚAMO
ESO ESO PRIYATAMA







O my most beloved one, come!

Make my hard heart soft like a flower,
kindle light and remove my darkness.

The flowers that never bloomed on hard rock,
let them bloom on the earth's soft ground.

The fruits that never grew in the desert,
let them grow in beautifying greenness.

Assign to me the work of Your choice.
I carry out this prayer in salutation to You.

As yet, I did not act according to Your wish,
neither did I dress in a way to Your liking.

I did not know the difference
between proper and improper action.
Today, kindly pardon this shortcoming of mine.