Jibana Nadi Tire Dhire Dhire

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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

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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.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Garden of love-light, part 1, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/gll_1