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MANANE ESO PRIYA MOR ,
YADI, NAYANE NÁ CÁO
SAYATANE GÁNTHÁ MOR
MÁLÁ JHARE ÁCHE D́OR
ÁSHÁ DIYE KENO BHULÁO
YADI, NAYANE NÁ CÁO,
MANANE ESO PRIYA MOR
JÁ KARITÁ KÁJ TAVA
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JÁ KARITÁ KÁJ TAVA
JÁ KARITÁ KÁJ TAVA
NITI NITI NAVA NAVA
BUJHECHI HE ABHINAVA MOR
DIYE LIILÁ RACÁO
YADI, NAYANE NÁ CÁO,
MANANE ESO PRIYA MOR
JÁNI ÁCHO SÁTHE SÁTHE
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JÁNI ÁCHO SÁTHE SÁTHE
JÁNI ÁCHO SÁTHE SÁTHE
ASHANI KAROKÁGHÁTE
ULKÁ VAJRA PÁTE
VYATHÁ DIYE CETANÁ ÁNÁO
YADI, NAYANE NÁ CÁO,
MANANE ESO PRIYA MOR
If You do not cast Your eyes on me,
O Lord,
at least please come in my contemplation.
I threaded the garland with so much care.
Now, all its flowers have fallen off.
Only the thread remains.
Why do You divert my mind by entertaining false hopes?
Whatever I do each and every day in new and newer styles,
are all Your actions.
I have realised,
O ever new one,
You want to make me play Your divine sport.
I know that during thunderbolts and hailstorms,
You are always with me.
In crashes of meteors and thunderclaps,
by subjecting me to pain and affliction,
You bring me back to my senses.
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