Bhuliya Tomare| Srila Bhaktivinoda Thakura| ISKCON Bangalore Sanga

Описание: This is a Bengali song by Srila Bhaktivinoda Thakura. The song expresses the lament of a devotee who reflects on the wasted opportunities of life. The devotee begins by acknowledging their forsaking of the Lord, leading them into a world of pain and suffering. They recall a fleeting moment in the womb when they briefly saw the divine form of the Lord but were soon separated from Him. Despite vowing to worship the Lord after birth, the illusions of the material world distracted them, causing them to forget their vow. In childhood, the devotees found comfort in familial love, and as they grew older, they became absorbed in education, worldly success, and family life, all while forgetting the Lord. Now, in old age, the devotee, Bhaktivinoda, feels regretful and sorrowful for not having worshipped the Lord, fearing that their life has been wasted and uncertain of their future fate.

bhuliyā tomāre, saḿsāre āsiyā,
peye nānā-vidha byathā
tomāra caraṇe, āsiyāchi āmi,
bolibo duḥkhera kathā (1)
I forsook You, O Lord, and came to this world of pain and sorrow. Now I submit my tale of woe at Your lotus feet.


jananī jaṭhare, chilāma jakhona,
biṣama bandhana-pāśe
eka-bāra prabhu! dekhā diyā more,
vañcile e dīna dāse (2)

While still in the unbearable fetters of my mother’s womb, I saw You before me You revealed Yourself but briefly and then abandoned this poor servant of Yours.

takhona bhāvinu, janama pāiyā,
koribo bhajana tava
janama hoilo, paḍi' māyā-jāle,
nā hoilo jñāna-lava (3)

At that moment, I swore to worship You after taking birth; but birth came, and with it the network of worldly illusion which robbed me of all good sense.

ādarera chele, sva-janera kole,
hāsiyā kāṭānu kāla
janaka jananī-snehete bhuliyā,
saḿsāra lāgilo bhālo (4)

As a fondled son in the lap of relatives, I passed my time smiling and laughing. My parents’ affection helped me to forget the pangs of birth, and I thought the world was very nice.

krame dina dina, bālaka hoiyā,
bhelinu bālaka-saha
āra kichu dine, jnāna upajilo,
pāṭha poḍi ahar-ahaḥ (5)

Day by day I grew and soon began playing with other boys. Shortly my powers of understanding emerged. I read and studied my lessons incessantly.

vidyāra gaurave, bhrami' deśe deśe,
dhana uparjana kori
sva-jana pālana, kori eka-mane,
bhulinu tomāre, hari! (6)

Travelling from place to place, proud of my education, I grew wealthy and maintained my family with undivided attention. O Lord Hari, I forgot You!

bārdhakye ekhona, bhakativinoda,
kāṇdiyā kātara ati
nā bhajiyā tore, dina bṛthā gelo,
ekhona ki habe gati? (7)

Now in old age, Bhaktivinoda is sad. He weeps. I failed to worship You, O Lord, and instead passed my life in vain. What will be my fate now?