Kalyāṇa Kalpataru (The Desire Tree of Auspiciousness)

Part Three
Uccwāsa (Ecstasy)

Chapter Three

Vijñapti (Appeals)

Song 4

Text 1

śrī-rādhā-kṛṣṇa-pada-kamale mana
kemone lobhibe carama śaraṇa

O my heart, how will I take shelter of Śrī Śrī Rādha and Kṛṣṇa’s lotus feet?

Text 2

cira-dina koriyā o caraṇa āśa
āche he basiyā e adhama dāsa

For many days this lowly servant has yearned to attain Their feet.

Text 3

he rādhe he kṛṣṇacandra bhakta-praṇa
pāmāre jugala-bhakti koro’ dāna

O Rādhā! O Kṛṣṇacandra! O life of the devotees! To this sinner please give devotion to You both.

Text 4

bhakti-hīna boli’ nā koro’ upekhā
mūrkha-jane deho’ jāna-su-śikhā

Please don’t say, Ah! He has no devotion. Please don’t abandon me. Please teach this fool what is right.

Text 5

biṣaya-pipāsā-prapīḍita dāse
deho’ adhikāra jugala-bilāse

Please make this servant, this servant now tortured by the thirst for sense pleasures, qualified to serve You in Your pastimes.

Text 6

cacala-jībana-srota prabahiyā
kālera sāgore dhāya
gelo je dibasa nā āsibe āra
ebe kṛṣṇa ki upāya

The powerful river of this flickering life runs into the ocean of time. The days that have gone will not come again. O Kṛṣṇa, what will I do?

Text 7

tumi patita-janera bandhu
jāni he tomāra nātha
tumi to’ koruṇa-jala-sindhu

You are the friend of the fallen. You are an ocean of mercy. O master, I know this very well.

Text 8

āmi bhāgya-hīna ati arbacīna
nā jāni bhakati-leśa
nija-guṇe nātha koro’ ātmasāta
ghucaiyā bhaba-kleśa

I am very unfortunate. I am a great fool. I do not know anything about devotional service. O master, please destroy these material sufferings. Please, because You are so kind and virtuous, accept me.

Text 9

siddha-deha diyā bṛndābana-mājhe
sebāmṛta koro’ dāna
piyāiyā prema matta kori’ more
śuno nija guṇa-gāna

Please give me a spiritual body. In the world of Vṛndāvana please make me drink the nectar of service to You. Please make me drunk with love for You. Please listen as I sing Your glories.

Text 10

jugala-sebāya śrī-rāsa-maṇḍale
nijukta koro’ āmāya
lalitā sakhīra ajogyā kiṅkorī
binoda dhoriche pāya

Please allow me to serve You in the rāsa-dance circle. Lalitā-sakhī’s unworthy maidservant Bhaktivinoda grasps Your feet.