(prabhu he!) tuwā pade e minati mor
tuwā pada-pallava, tyajato maru-mana,
viṣama viṣaye bhelo bhor
1) O Lord! I offer this humble prayer at Your feet. I gave up the shelter of Your feet, which are soft as newly-grown leaves, and now my mind has become dried up like a desert, being scorched by the fire of absorption in horrible worldliness.
uṭhayite tākata, puna nāhi milo-i,
anudina korohuṅ hutāś
dīna-jana-nātha, tuhuṅ kahāyasi,
tumāri caraṇa mama āś
2) I find no strength to rise again, and thus I spend my days bitterly lamenting. O Lord who is called the master of the meek and humble! Your lotus feet are my only hope.
aichana dīna-jana, kohi nāhi milo-i,
tuhuṅ more koro parasād
tuwā jana-saṅge, tuwā kathā-raṅge,
chāḍahuṅ sakala paramād
3) There has never been a soul as forlorn as me. Please be merciful and award me the association of Your devotees, for by tasting the pleasure of hearing discussions of Your pastimes I shall give up all evils.
tuwā dhāma-māhe, tuwā nāma gāoto,
gowāyabuṅ divā-niśi āś
tuwā pada-chāyā, parama suśītala,
māge bhakativinoda dās
4) One hope animates my soul: To spend day and night singing Your holy name while living in Your divine abode. Your servant Bhaktivinoda begs a place in the supremely cooling shade of Your lotus feet.