My Body is a Temple (Krishna Murari)by Srila Bhaktivinoda ThakurLanguage: Bengalikrishna murari krishna murarikrishna murari sri krishna murarimama mana mandire, mandire, mandiremama mana mandiremama mana mandire raha nisi dinkrishna murari, sri krishna muraribhakti priti mala chandantumi nio he nio cita-nandanjivana marana tova puja nivedansundara he mana-harieso nanda-kumara ar nanda-kumarhabe prema-pradipe aroti tomarnayana jamuna jare anibartomara virahe giridhari(Radhe! Radhe Govinda!)TranslationFrom morning until night, live in my heart, your temple, O Krishna Murari!Takes these gifts: flower garlands, sandalwood—my love, my devotion. Accept them, O Delight of My Heart.In life or in death I worship You with these offerings, Beautiful One, O Enchanter of the Heart!Come, Son of Nanda, with the light of my love, I will offer You arati. Without You, the Yamuna river cascades from my eyes, O holder of Govardhana Hill!I want to pass my life absorbed in Your song, in Your Praise, O Krsna Murari, Sri Krsna Murari!
Haribol mataji,
when i came to krishna conciousness, a devotee told me "whatever your talent, use it for krishna, and he'll be very pleased" and for a year or 2 i forgot tottally that i used to, and ejoyed, writing poetry, then somebody showed me a book, in which i saw this poem, it rekindled my love for poetry, and i began to write bhakti poetry for the pleasure of the lord, and i have continued to thanks to Bhaktivinoda Thakur.
this is a beautiful poem, and strikes a chord in my heart that really brings tears to my eyes!
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when i came to krishna conciousness, a devotee told me "whatever your talent, use it for krishna, and he'll be very pleased" and for a year or 2 i forgot tottally that i used to, and ejoyed, writing poetry, then somebody showed me a book, in which i saw this poem, it rekindled my love for poetry, and i began to write bhakti poetry for the pleasure of the lord, and i have continued to thanks to Bhaktivinoda Thakur.
this is a beautiful poem, and strikes a chord in my heart that really brings tears to my eyes!
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