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

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.

Sri Chinmoy, Garden of love-light, part 1.First published by in 1974.

This is the 59th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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