keno hare krishna nam hari bolemano pran kande naOh,
why does my heart not weep from chanting the holy namesHare Krishna?
pakhi na jani kon aparadhemukhe hare krishna nam bolo na
The bird of my heart does not know what past sinful activitiesit has committed to cause this inability to chant Hare Krishnaproperly.
baner pakhi re dhare raklam hridoy mandiremadhu makha ei hari nampakhi re shikhaile shikhe
O forest bird! I have kept something for you very carefully within the cottage of my heart—the holy name of Lord Hari, which is overflowing with pure sweet honey. O bird, you could learn the chanting of this name if you were taught.
pakhi sakal nam bolte parokeno hare krishna nam bolo nakeno hare krishna nam hari bole mano pran kande na
A bird is easily able to speak all names; why then does this bird of my heart refuse to chant Hare Krishna? Oh, why does my heart not weep from chanting the holy names Hare Krishna?
chalo pakhi ruper deshe jaije deshete maner manush asa jaoya nai
O bird! Come, let us go to the spiritual world, the land of true and everlasting beauty. It is the place where the imaginary man of my mind will never again come and go on therevolving cycle of birth and death.
pakhi re tor marana kaletecarabi vaser dolateore car janete kandhe koreloye jabe smashan ghatete
O bird! At the time of death, your body will simply be placedupon a funeral stretcher, lifted on the shoulders of four persons and carried to the cremation grounds.
ore o tor mukhe aguna jihve tuleki korobi tai bolo na
Alas! The cremation fire will then enter your mouth and totally consume your tongue. There will be nothing you can do to save yourself, for at that time it is too late—youwill be unable to speak any more.
why does my heart not weep from chanting the holy namesHare Krishna?
pakhi na jani kon aparadhemukhe hare krishna nam bolo na
The bird of my heart does not know what past sinful activitiesit has committed to cause this inability to chant Hare Krishnaproperly.
baner pakhi re dhare raklam hridoy mandiremadhu makha ei hari nampakhi re shikhaile shikhe
O forest bird! I have kept something for you very carefully within the cottage of my heart—the holy name of Lord Hari, which is overflowing with pure sweet honey. O bird, you could learn the chanting of this name if you were taught.
pakhi sakal nam bolte parokeno hare krishna nam bolo nakeno hare krishna nam hari bole mano pran kande na
A bird is easily able to speak all names; why then does this bird of my heart refuse to chant Hare Krishna? Oh, why does my heart not weep from chanting the holy names Hare Krishna?
chalo pakhi ruper deshe jaije deshete maner manush asa jaoya nai
O bird! Come, let us go to the spiritual world, the land of true and everlasting beauty. It is the place where the imaginary man of my mind will never again come and go on therevolving cycle of birth and death.
pakhi re tor marana kaletecarabi vaser dolateore car janete kandhe koreloye jabe smashan ghatete
O bird! At the time of death, your body will simply be placedupon a funeral stretcher, lifted on the shoulders of four persons and carried to the cremation grounds.
ore o tor mukhe aguna jihve tuleki korobi tai bolo na
Alas! The cremation fire will then enter your mouth and totally consume your tongue. There will be nothing you can do to save yourself, for at that time it is too late—youwill be unable to speak any more.
A very touching prayer,
ReplyDeletethnxx...god bless u!