Suno Mor Duhkher Kahini lyrics

(prabhu he!) śuno mor duḥkher kāhinī viṣaya-halāhala, sudhā-bhāne piyaluṅ, āb avasāna dinamaṇi

(prabhu he!) suno mor duhkher kahini visaya-halahala, sudha-bhane piyalun, ab avasana dinamani

(प्रभु हे!) शुनो मोर दुःखेर काहिनी विषयहलाहल, सुधाभाने पियलुङ्, आब अवसान दिनमणि

Hear, O Lord, my story of sadness. I drank the deadly poison of worldliness, pretending it was nectar, and now the sun is setting on the horizon of my life.

khelā-rase śaiśava, poḍhaite kaiśora, gowāoluṅ, nā bhelo vivek bhoga-baśe yauvane, ghara pāti’ bosiluṅ, suta-mita bāḍhalo anek

khela-rase saisava, podhaite kaisora, gowaolun, na bhelo vivek bhoga-base yauvane, ghara pati’ bosilun, suta-mita badhalo anek

खेलारसे शैशव, पोढैते कैशोर, गोwआओलुङ्, ना भेलो विवेक भोगबशे यौवने, घर पातिऽ बोसिलुङ्, सुतमित बाढलो अनेक

I spent my childhood in play, my youth in academic pursuit, and in me there was no sense of right or wrong. In young manhood I set up a household and settled down to the spell of material enjoyment. Children and friends quickly multiplied.

vṛddha-kāla āolo, saba sukha bhāgalo, pīḍā-baśe hoinu kātar sarvendriya durbala, kṣīna kalevara, bhogābhāve duḥkhita antar

vrddha-kala aolo, saba sukha bhagalo, pida-base hoinu katar sarvendriya durbala, ksina kalevara, bhogabhave duhkhita antar

वृद्धकाल आओलो, सब सुख भागलो, पीडाबशे होइनु कातर सर्वेन्द्रिय दुर्बल, क्षीन कलेवर, भोगाभावे दुःखित अन्तर

Soon old age arrived, and all happiness departed. Subjected to disease, troubled and weak, all my senses are feeble now, my body racked and exhausted, and my spirits downcast in the absence of youthful pleasures.

jñāna-lava-hīna, bhakti-rase vañchita, āra mora ki habe upāy patita-bandhu, tuhuṅ, patitādhama hāma, kṛpāya uṭhāo tava pāy

jnana-lava-hina, bhakti-rase vanchita, ara mora ki habe upay patita-bandhu, tuhun, patitadhama hama, krpaya uthao tava pay

ज्ञानलवहीन, भक्तिरसे वञ्छित, आर मोर कि हबे उपाय पतितबन्धु, तुहुङ्, पतिताधम हाम, कृपाय उठाओ तव पाय

Devoid of even a particle of devotion, lacking any enlightenment , what help is there for me now? Only You, O Lord, friend of the fallen. I am certainly fallen, the lowest of men. Please, therefore lift me to Your lotus feet.

vicārite ābahi, guna nāhi pāobi, kṛpā koro, choḍato vicār tava pada-paṅkaja- sīdhu pibāoto, bhakativinoda karo pār

vicarite abahi, guna nahi paobi, krpa koro, chodato vicar tava pada-pankaja- sidhu pibaoto, bhakativinoda karo par

विचारिते आबहि, गुन नाहि पाओबि, कृपा कोरो, छोडतो विचार तव पदपङ्कज सीधु पिबाओतो, भकतिविनोद करो पार

Were You to judge me now, You would find no good qualities. Have mercy and judge me not. Cause me to drink the honey of Your lotus feet and thereby deliver this Bhaktivinoda.