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SHAUNKÁ HARAŃA KLESHA NIVÁRAŃA
AGATIRA GATI HARI ÁMÁR
HARI ÁMÁR HE HARI ÁMÁR

CALA CAINCALA SMITA SHATADALA
PARIMALE BHARO TRISAḾSÁRA
HARI ÁMÁR HE HARI ÁMÁR

DURYOGA ÁSE ASHANI BHÁSE
DURYOGA ÁSE ASHANI BHÁSE
DURYOGA ÁSE ASHANI BHÁSE
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DURYOGA ÁSE ASHANI BHÁSE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHII AT́T́AHÁSE
TOMÁR SHARAŃE TOMÁR CARAŃE
BHAKTARE RÁKHO SARVÁDHÁR
HARI ÁMÁR HE HARI ÁMÁR

JÁR KEHO NÁI TUMI ÁCHO TÁR
JÁR KEHO NÁI TUMI ÁCHO TÁR
JÁR KEHO NÁI TUMI ÁCHO TÁR
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JÁR KEHO NÁI TUMI ÁCHO TÁR
SAKAL SÁRER TUMI SHEŚA SÁR
KÁLER DANŚT́RÁ KI KARIBE TÁR
JE PEYECHE KRPÁ KAŃÁ TOMÁR
HARI ÁMÁR HE HARI ÁMÁR

O snatcher of suspicion, preventer from pains, resort of helpless, You are my Lord, Hari.
With smiling, vibrant lotus fragrance, fill the three world. The bad times come, the
lightning appears, and the destructive storm laughs. Under Your shelter, below Your feet
keep this devotee, O the basis of all. For those who have none, You are there. You are the
final essence of all essences. The monstrous teeth of time, cannot harm him, who gets the
wee bit of Your grace.