Amar Jivan Sada Pape Rata | Saranagati | Bhaktivinod Thakur | NandaSuta Hari Das скачать в хорошем качестве

Amar Jivan Sada Pape Rata | Saranagati | Bhaktivinod Thakur | NandaSuta Hari Das

Song Name: Amar Jivana Author: Bhaktivinoda Thakura Singer: NandaSuta Hari Das Book Name: Saranagati LYRICS (1) āmāra jīvana, sadā pāpe rata, nāhiko punyera leṣa parere udvega, diyāchi je koto, diyāchi jīvere kleśa (2) nija sukha lāgi’, pāpe nāhi ḍori, doyā-hīna swārtha-paro para-sukhe duḥkhī, sadā mithya-bhāṣī, para-duḥkha sukha-karo (3) aśeṣa kāmanā, hṛdi mājhe mora, krodhī, dambha-parāyana mada-matta sadā, viṣaye mohita, hiḿsā-garva vibhūṣana (4) nidrālasya hata, sukārye virata, akārye udyogī āmi pratiṣṭha lāgiyā, śāṭhya-ācaraṇa, lobha-hata sadā kāmī (5) e heno durjana, saj-jana-varjita, aparādhi nirantara śubha-kārya-śūnya, sadānartha-manāḥ, nānā duḥkhe jara jara (6) bārdhakye ekhona, upāya-vihīna, tā’te dīna akiñcana bhakativinoda, prabhura caraṇe, kore duḥkha nivedana WORD FOR WORD TRANSLATION: Amar Jivan TRANSLATION 1) I am an impious sinner and have caused others great anxiety and trouble. 2) I have never hesitated to perform sinful act for my own enjoyment. Devoid of all compassion, concerned only with my own selfish interests, I am remorseful seeing others happy. I am a perpetual liar, and the misery of others is a source of great pleasure for me. 3) The material desires within the core of my heart are unlimited. I am wrathful, devoted to false pride and arrogance, intoxicated by vanity, and bewildered by worldly affairs. Envy and egotism are the ornaments I wear. 4) Ruined by laziness and sleep, I resist all pious deeds; yet I am very active and enthusiastic to perform wicked acts. For worldly fame and reputation I engage in the practice of deceitfulness. Thus I am destroyed by my own greed and am always lustful. 5) A vile, wicked man such as this, rejected by godly people, is a constant offender. I am such a person, devoid of all good works, forever inclined toward evil, worn out and wasted by various miseries. 6) Now in old age, deprived of all means of success, humbled and poor, Bhaktivinoda submits his tale of grief at the feet of the Supreme Lord.