Śrī Śikṣāṣṭaka – Song Six

[Choṭa-Daśakuśī-Lophā]


(1)
aparādha-phale mama, citta bhelo vajra-sama,
tuwā nāme nā labhe vikār
hatāś hoiye, hari, tava nām ucca kori’,
boro duḥkhe ḍāki bār bār


1) O Lord Hari, as a result of my offenses incurred in previous lifetimes, my heart has become hard as a thunderbolt, and feels no change upon chanting Your holy name. Now in utter hopelessness, O Lord Hari, I loudly sing Your name, and in great distress I call out to You again and again

(2)
dīna doyāmoy karunā-nidān
bhāva-bindhu dei rākhoha parān


2) O Lord who is compassionate towards the fallen souls! O origin of all mercy! Please give to me a drop of divine ecstasy and thereby save my life!



(3)
kabe tuwā nāma-uccaraṇe mor
nayane jharabo dara dara lor


3) When will an incessant stream of tears flow dripping and dripping from my eyes at the articulation of Your holy name

(4)
gad-gada-swara kanṭhe upajabo


mukhe bola ādha ādha bāhirābo

4) When will a faltering voice choked with emotion arise in my throat, and when will words garbled due to ecstasy come from my mouth

(5)
pulake bharabo śarīra hāmāra


sweda-kampa-stambha habe bāra bāra


5) When will my body be filled with ecstatic rapture, and when will there be perspiration, trembling, and a stunned sensation again and again

(6)
vivarna-śarīre hārāobuṅ jñāna


nāma-samāśraye dharobuṅ parān


6) When, out of divine ecstasy, will all consciousness be lost in my pale and discolored body? And when will I hold onto my very life under the shelter of Your holy name?

(7)
milabo hāmāra kiye aiche din


ro-owe bhaktivinoda mati hīn


7) This weeping Bhaktivinoda, who is devoid of all good intelligence, sobs, “O Lord, how will such a day ever be mine?”