Jibana Nadi Tire Dhire Dhire


Jibana nadi tire dhire dhire
Oi ase mor priyatama
Benu hate madhur prate oi ase
Praner jata asha jata bhalobasa
Ranga oi sri charane sanpi aji
Tomai nami


Sri Chinmoy's Translation:

Behold, with His Flute in His Hand,
My Beloved slowly is coming to the bank of
     my life-riverIn today’s morning sweet.All my life’s hopes,All my life’s love,To Your Power-red Feet divine I offer,
And to You I bow and bow.

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