He Partha Sarathi

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He partha sarathi bajao bajao panchajanya shanka

Chittero abashad du karo karo dur bhayovito jane karo ni shanka

Dhanute tankara hano hano gitara mantre jibana dano

Bholao bholao mrittyu atanka

Ananta kal dhari ananta jibana prabaha bahe

Durmada duranta jaubana Chanchala chhariya asok mar sneha Anchal

Vir santanadal kariuk sushobita matri anka

O Charioteer of Arjuna,

Blow, blow your conch, “Pancha Janya.”

Drive away this depression of the heart,

Make them fearless who are struck with fear.

O Charioteer of Arjuna,

Blow, blow your conch, “Pancha Janya.”

String the bow and hit the target.

Singing the mantra of the Gita,

Sacrifice your life;

Make us forget the fear of death.

O Charioteer of Arjuna,

Blow, blow your conch, “Pancha Janya.”

Death is not the end of life:

Through Eternity flows the eternal tide of life.

Let the dauntless and indomitable young men

Leave the affection-attachment lap of their human mothers

And take shelter in the Supernal Lap of the Universal Mother

And adorn it divine and supremely.

O Charioteer of Arjuna,

Blow, blow your conch, “Pancha Janya.” ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Depend on Grace, Agni Press, 2023
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/dg