Jibana Nadi Tire Dhire Dhire

Lyrics:

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

Translation:

Sri Chinmoy's Translation:

Behold, with His Flute in His Hand,
My Beloved slowly is coming to the bank of
     my life-river
In 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.

Song in:

Garden of love-light, part 1

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