Gitar Gyana by Srila Prabhupada, Rasa Manjari DD (ACBSP) A halhatatlan Szeretet

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Gitar Gyana by Srila Prabhupada

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.Gitar Gan
Author: AC Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
Language: Bengali

"sri-guru-vandana kori', tanhara carana dhori,
sri-bhaktisiddhanta prabhupada
ara jata siksa-guru, sabe vanca-kalpa-taru,
krpa koro ghucuka visada

rupa-sanatana prabhu, gaudiya-acarya vibhu,
ara sei bhatta-raghunatha
sri-jiva-gopala-bhatta, vrndavana je samghatta,
mile prabhu dasa raghunatha

gosvami prabhura gana, asraya sei sri-carana,
anya mora kichu asa nai
tanra madhye je sri-jiva, ujjvala acarya-dipa,
diyachena caranete thai

ami se durmati ati,visaya-bhogete mati,
krpa kori' anilo taniya
murkha mui nica ati, sri-siddhanta saraswati
krpa-vari dilo se sinciya

patita pavana prabhu, nityananda-gaura vibhu,
sri-advaita krpa-paravara
srivasadi-gadadhara, krpa koro e kinkara,
bhujhilama tava krpa sara"

Translation:

1) Touching the lotus feet of my spiritual teacher Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Prabhupada, I offer my respectful obeisances and orations to him, as well as the instructions of my spiritual masters, who are desire-trees.

2) Srila Rupa Gosvami and Srila Sanatana Gosvami are the acaryas between all the Gaudiya Vaisnavas. With them, Sri Raghunatha Bhatta Gosvami, Sri Jiva Gosvami, Sri Gopala Bhatta Gosvami and Sri Raghunatha dasa Gosvami formed in assembly and were intimate associates in Sri Vrindavana dhama.

3) I do not long for another thing more than the exclusive protection and refuge of the lotus feet these Gosvamis. Between all acaryas, Srila Jiva Gosvami stands out as a shining torch of knowledge. It has much mercy when giving me residence next to his lotus. (In the temple of Radha-Damodara)

4) I am a person of very evil and injurious mentality because I am always engrossed in the allowance of the senses with the material benefit, although this is the condition of my mind, by the mercy of my Guru Maharaja, Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati is kind with me removing to me and retiring to me of this dark. I am simply an idiot and I am extremely fallen and of low birth, but even so my Guru Maharaja has kindness to sprinkle on my heart the rain of its divine compassion.

5) Oh lifter of the fallen souls, Oh Lord! Oh omniscient Lords Nityananda and Goura! Oh Advaita Prabhu, the ocean of mercy, Oh Srivasa and Gadadhara, heads of the disciplic succession! Please they show mercy to this servant. I wish to understand that Their mercy, alone, is solely the real essence of the life.

You must have translated this. This is very commendable, you have shown You must do good service and much efforts to present this nice poetry for our benefits. First class.

I felt for some years so nothing was left over! My hand clenched the last grains of dust... I licked my wounds. I felt that I am unfit for all activities.

I closed all doors before my painful memories! They escaped back after all ... my painful wounds were torn up again. The invisible slaps hurt even now, the words, ... you burn. I saw a strange, barren, dark world. Was cold, and frightening ...
What should I do, where I shall escape ...? I have to make something ...
My heart was pounding excitedly ... they are in my trace, than hungry bloodhounds! I have to hurry! The dark strengths do not rest! I was looking for the good road everywhere, path, stair ... but, oh, ...! The stair ... there was thoughtlessness to say ...
The filing clerk of my terrible memories my face was laughing! I did not find a logical explanation his ironic giggle .. Hehe ... really, really ! You have to go up on the stair again! You have to go up on the stair! - repeated it ! I felt so, I lose my judgement! I heard his ironic laugh continuously!
The world turned ... I was doing vainly, a bite, door ...
The hell got away, and I perish in the mouth of the brute! I have to fight! My life it may be married, but the light may not be destroyed! I dreaded it! The bushes edging the stony road of the church garden, mammoth pine trees coalesced the quasi with impenetrable, demonic fog ...

Wind was not startled. Thick, amorphous fog embraced everything! His impenetrable cloak the beams of the moon they peeked vainly ... I was looking for a refuge!

Throttled the deep silence! But suddenly in the distracting silence a determined one, low voice sounded after all ...

- I owe me obedience! Listen to me! - Who are you? - quasi soft waft, began to sound again ...
- Do not despair. Piercing with the day, and the night! Not despair after all. I do not leave you! I created you! I love you... Remember. Do not lose your faith. - Sounded his words ...
Unearthly peace, calmness arrived into modest shelter of my heart ...
O Lord, and let I incline thine ears ...

"Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy." Matthew 5:7 A heavy creak broke the silence ... somebody approached with dignity from the ouse of the Verb ... my muscles did not want to obey even now...

my strength abandoned, what should I do? The time entailed slow steps, yet some moments ... I believed forever so is left over, and my heart is broken in his fear ...
Recoiled suddenly ... the gown of the salvation (szticharion) it is skilled at my face ...  words rumbled as lightning in the in nestling silence ...
- Did not hear it, I said to himself? I gave a clear instruction! Good for nothing! Let him clean the stairs, and the road leading to the stair. I will check it at dusk! - I fell almost!

- I understood my Excellency sir! So, excuse me! - the answer came hastily from beside the opposite stone wall tottering, his cap scaring crumpling from an aged man.
One more thing... Be listening well! I do not want to see tramps in the church garden!
Himself is kicked out nearest! Understood? Let the Roman Catholics give alms ...!!

- Work since a dawn Excellency sir! Yeah! As he requires it! And old Yuriy shuffle again noiselessly dip into the quiet darkness ...
The serious oak tree door does not squeak already today... embraces silently to himself a God's House...
 

Epilogue:
The life this small interlude of his occurred events inspired it. The church the church garden, the characters not the children of the imagination! (The church God's House, and simplicity and modesty characterize his ordained servants according to the Lord's wish ...).
The Lord's wish does not come true often! A lot the patch which cannot be washed in this story. These patches remain forever on some liturgical dresses!
Rmdd

The affection not a feeling,
the affection the all!
The affection does not have private property,
bright palace, and shining jewel ...,
His tenderness blessed nectar
The affection does not have an interior decorator,
master hairdresser, and beautician ...
He does not need structures, theories,
neither onto the analyses of the human ...

Unnecessary the desire,
the experience hunting,
ancient element!
Unnecessary the advisers,
spiritual crisis handler consultants'
ornate army ...
Nontechnical catches, intrigue
Does not know the vanity, the pride, the ranks,
he does not welcome the power because he
does not have a currency.
He does not play the affection because he
is the affection!
Knows that the man is a creature, and not god!
The man does not want to know this!
The affection the eternal light.

Work co-ordinators, instructors, who spread,
and the demonic knowledge is told to you ...
Does not know a technique, and technical catches
not know the vanity, the pride, the ranks,
he does not welcome the power because he does
not have a currency.
He does not play the affection because
je is the affection!
Knows that the man is a creature, and not god!
The man does not want to know!

The affection the creator unit promotes ...

His doctor one is: the Creator unit,
the Supreme Lord, the Majestic.
"all-attractive",
the purest entity!
He, he does not have a current account,
credit card ...
not know the concept of the success,
neither the
desires being attached to him!
not the friend of selfishness,
the greed!
Mild, patient, humble.
Knows the smile,
smiles instead of you ...

Is glad together, is crying with you.
Nourishes the hope, the faith ...
You know him? They are starving sometimes
in your heart ...
Perfect friend ...
The affection is left with you eternally!
The affection is on sign everywhere,
embraces it the
Universe ...
The affection the future, the past,
on the sign,
invisible, and the visible.
The original, the immobile, the inside,
Context, the harmony.

The affection is a majestic rose,
modest violet.
Does not see  and hears difference,
he does not desire the affection.
Gives everything,
and does not ask for nothing!
The affection the sound of the silence,
magic music
the music of spheres ...
Waters the murmur of his splash,
The affection the embers of the cooker ...
The affection light in the dark night ...
The affection star, dawn dew,
sunshine shining like gold.
The life is the affection! The life is God!

The real enemy of affection - the indifference
"Devotional Service in Pure Love of God". 

 

A halhatatlan Szeretet

A szeretet nem egy érzés,
a szeretet a minden!
A szeretetnek nincs magántulajdona,
fényes palotája, és csillogó ékszere ...,
Féltő gondoskodása áldott nektár
A szeretetnek nincs lakberendezője,
mesterfodrásza, kozmetikusa ...
Nincs szüksége struktúrákra, elméletekre,
sem az emberi elme elemzéseire ...

Szükségtelen a vágy, az élményvadászat,
mert őselem!
Szükségtelen a tanácsadók, konzultánsok,
lelki válság kezelő konzultánsok díszes serege ...
Nem ismer technikai fogásokat, cselszövést
Nem ismeri a hívságot, a gőgöt, a rangokat,
nem üdvözli a hatalmat, mert nincs fizetőeszköze.
Nem játssza el a szeretetet, mert ő a szeretet!
Tudja, hogy az ember teremtmény, és nem Isten!
Ezt csakis az ember nem akarja tudni!

A szeretet az örök fény!

Orvosa egy van: a teremtő egység,
a legfelsőbb Úr, a Fenséges, a "mindent vonzó",
a legtisztább egység!
Nincs folyószámlája, hitelkártyája  ...
Nem ismeri a siker fogalmát, sem a
hozzá kötődő vágyakat!
Nem barátja az önzésnek, a kapzsiságnak!
Szelíd, türelmes, alázatos.
Ismeri a mosolyt, helyetted is mosolyog

Együtt örül, sír veled.
Táplálja a reményt, a hitet ...
Ismered? Néha éheznek a szívedben ...
Tökéletes barát ...
A szeretet örökké veled marad!
A szeretet mindenhol jelen van, átöleli a
Mindenséget ...
A szeretet a jövő, a múlt, a jelen, a
láthatatlan, s a látható.
Az eredeti, a mozdulatlan, az összekötő,
az összefüggés, a harmónia.

A szeretet fenséges rózsa, szerény ibolya.
Mégsem lát, és hall különbséget,
nem vágyik csak a szeretetre.
Mindent ad, és nem kér semmi!
A szeretet a csend hangja,
varázslatos muzsika
szférák zenéje ...
Vizek csobbanása, hullámok morajlása ...
A szeretet a tűzhely parazsa ...
A szeretet fény a sötét éjszakában ...
A szeretet csillag, hajnali harmat,
aranyló napsütés.
A szeretet az élet! Az élet Isten!

A szeretet igazi ellensége - a közöny
Szolgálat Isten iránti tiszta szeretetben

You must have translated this. This is very commendable, you have shown You must do good service and much efforts to present this nice poetry for our benefits. First class.

I felt for some years so nothing was left over! My hand clenched the last grains of dust... I licked my wounds. I felt that I am unfit for all activities.

I closed all doors before my painful memories! They escaped back after all ... my painful wounds were torn up again. The invisible slaps hurt even now, the words, ... you burn. I saw a strange, barren, dark world. Was cold, and frightening ...
What should I do, where I shall escape ...? I have to make something ...
My heart was pounding excitedly ... they are in my trace, than hungry bloodhounds! I have to hurry! The dark strengths do not rest! I was looking for the good road everywhere, path, stair ... but, oh, ...! The stair ... there was thoughtlessness to say ...
The filing clerk of my terrible memories my face was laughing! I did not find a logical explanation his ironic giggle .. Hehe ... really, really ! You have to go up on the stair again! You have to go up on the stair! - repeated it ! I felt so, I lose my judgement! I heard his ironic laugh continuously!
The world turned ... I was doing vainly, a bite, door ...
The hell got away, and I perish in the mouth of the brute! I have to fight! My life it may be married, but the light may not be destroyed! I dreaded it! The bushes edging the stony road of the church garden, mammoth pine trees coalesced the quasi with impenetrable, demonic fog ...

Wind was not startled. Thick, amorphous fog embraced everything! His impenetrable cloak the beams of the moon they peeked vainly ... I was looking for a refuge!

Throttled the deep silence! But suddenly in the distracting silence a determined one, low voice sounded after all ...

- I owe me obedience! Listen to me! - Who are you? - quasi soft waft, began to sound again ...
- Do not despair. Piercing with the day, and the night! Not despair after all. I do not leave you! I created you! I love you... Remember. Do not lose your faith. - Sounded his words ...
Unearthly peace, calmness arrived into modest shelter of my heart ...
O Lord, and let I incline thine ears ...

"Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy." Matthew 5:7 A heavy creak broke the silence ... somebody approached with dignity from the ouse of the Verb ... my muscles did not want to obey even now...

my strength abandoned, what should I do? The time entailed slow steps, yet some moments ... I believed forever so is left over, and my heart is broken in his fear ...
Recoiled suddenly ... the gown of the salvation (szticharion) it is skilled at my face ...  words rumbled as lightning in the in nestling silence ...
- Did not hear it, I said to himself? I gave a clear instruction! Good for nothing! Let him clean the stairs, and the road leading to the stair. I will check it at dusk! - I fell almost!

- I understood my Excellency sir! So, excuse me! - the answer came hastily from beside the opposite stone wall tottering, his cap scaring crumpling from an aged man.
One more thing... Be listening well! I do not want to see tramps in the church garden!
Himself is kicked out nearest! Understood? Let the Roman Catholics give alms ...!!

- Work since a dawn Excellency sir! Yeah! As he requires it! And old Yuriy shuffle again noiselessly dip into the quiet darkness ...
The serious oak tree door does not squeak already today... embraces silently to himself a God's House...
 

Epilogue:
The life this small interlude of his occurred events inspired it. The church the church garden, the characters not the children of the imagination! (The church God's House, and simplicity and modesty characterize his ordained servants according to the Lord's wish ...).
The Lord's wish does not come true often! A lot the patch which cannot be washed in this story. These patches remain forever on some liturgical dresses!
Rmdd

The affection not a feeling,
the affection the all!
The affection does not have private property,
bright palace, and shining jewel ...,
His tenderness blessed nectar
The affection does not have an interior decorator,
master hairdresser, and beautician ...
He does not need structures, theories,
neither onto the analyses of the human ...

Unnecessary the desire,
the experience hunting,
ancient element!
Unnecessary the advisers,
spiritual crisis handler consultants'
ornate army ...
Nontechnical catches, intrigue
Does not know the vanity, the pride, the ranks,
he does not welcome the power because he
does not have a currency.
He does not play the affection because he
is the affection!
Knows that the man is a creature, and not god!
The man does not want to know this!
The affection the eternal light.

Work co-ordinators, instructors, who spread,
and the demonic knowledge is told to you ...
Does not know a technique, and technical catches
not know the vanity, the pride, the ranks,
he does not welcome the power because he does
not have a currency.
He does not play the affection because
je is the affection!
Knows that the man is a creature, and not god!
The man does not want to know!

The affection the creator unit promotes ...

His doctor one is: the Creator unit,
the Supreme Lord, the Majestic.
"all-attractive",
the purest entity!
He, he does not have a current account,
credit card ...
not know the concept of the success,
neither the
desires being attached to him!
not the friend of selfishness,
the greed!
Mild, patient, humble.
Knows the smile,
smiles instead of you ...

Is glad together, is crying with you.
Nourishes the hope, the faith ...
You know him? They are starving sometimes
in your heart ...
Perfect friend ...
The affection is left with you eternally!
The affection is on sign everywhere,
embraces it the
Universe ...
The affection the future, the past,
on the sign,
invisible, and the visible.
The original, the immobile, the inside,
Context, the harmony.

The affection is a majestic rose,
modest violet.
Does not see  and hears difference,
he does not desire the affection.
Gives everything,
and does not ask for nothing!
The affection the sound of the silence,
magic music
the music of spheres ...
Waters the murmur of his splash,
The affection the embers of the cooker ...
The affection light in the dark night ...
The affection star, dawn dew,
sunshine shining like gold.
The life is the affection! The life is God!

The real enemy of affection - the indifference
"Devotional Service in Pure Love of God". 

 

A halhatatlan Szeretet

A szeretet nem egy érzés,
a szeretet a minden!
A szeretetnek nincs magántulajdona,
fényes palotája, és csillogó ékszere ...,
Féltő gondoskodása áldott nektár
A szeretetnek nincs lakberendezője,
mesterfodrásza, kozmetikusa ...
Nincs szüksége struktúrákra, elméletekre,
sem az emberi elme elemzéseire ...

Szükségtelen a vágy, az élményvadászat,
mert őselem!
Szükségtelen a tanácsadók, konzultánsok,
lelki válság kezelő konzultánsok díszes serege ...
Nem ismer technikai fogásokat, cselszövést
Nem ismeri a hívságot, a gőgöt, a rangokat,
nem üdvözli a hatalmat, mert nincs fizetőeszköze.
Nem játssza el a szeretetet, mert ő a szeretet!
Tudja, hogy az ember teremtmény, és nem Isten!
Ezt csakis az ember nem akarja tudni!

A szeretet az örök fény!

Orvosa egy van: a teremtő egység,
a legfelsőbb Úr, a Fenséges, a "mindent vonzó",
a legtisztább egység!
Nincs folyószámlája, hitelkártyája  ...
Nem ismeri a siker fogalmát, sem a
hozzá kötődő vágyakat!
Nem barátja az önzésnek, a kapzsiságnak!
Szelíd, türelmes, alázatos.
Ismeri a mosolyt, helyetted is mosolyog

Együtt örül, sír veled.
Táplálja a reményt, a hitet ...
Ismered? Néha éheznek a szívedben ...
Tökéletes barát ...
A szeretet örökké veled marad!
A szeretet mindenhol jelen van, átöleli a
Mindenséget ...
A szeretet a jövő, a múlt, a jelen, a
láthatatlan, s a látható.
Az eredeti, a mozdulatlan, az összekötő,
az összefüggés, a harmónia.

A szeretet fenséges rózsa, szerény ibolya.
Mégsem lát, és hall különbséget,
nem vágyik csak a szeretetre.
Mindent ad, és nem kér semmi!
A szeretet a csend hangja,
varázslatos muzsika
szférák zenéje ...
Vizek csobbanása, hullámok morajlása ...
A szeretet a tűzhely parazsa ...
A szeretet fény a sötét éjszakában ...
A szeretet csillag, hajnali harmat,
aranyló napsütés.
A szeretet az élet! Az élet Isten!

A szeretet igazi ellensége - a közöny
Szolgálat Isten iránti tiszta szeretetben