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GARAVA MODER TOMÁY NIYE
TOMÁR KÁJE TOMÁR MÁJHE
JIIVAN DHÁRÁ MISHIE DIYE
GARAVA MODER TOMÁY NIYE

VISHVA TOMÁR KHELÁR PUTUL
SAB VIŚAYE TUMI ATÚL
GRAHA TÁRÁ NÁCCHE DODUL
HE PRIYA TOMÁR PÁNE TÁKIYE
GARAVA MODER TOMÁY NIYE

ÁDI KÁLER TUMI MAHÁDEVA
MADHYA YUGER TUMI VÁSUDEVA
SABÁR KŚATE LÁGÁO PRALEPA
KHELÁ KARO SABÁRE MÁTIYE
GARAVA MODER TOMÁY NIYE







O Lord, I feel honored by vertue of You. I have merged the stream of life for Your work
within You. The world is puppet of Your game. You are uncomparable from all objectivities.
The stars and planets rotate oscillating, looking towards You, O Dear. You are the Shiva
Maha’deva of ancient time, and Krsna, Va’sudeva of the medieval time. You apply
ointment on the injuries of all. And play game charming all.