Uccwāsa – 3- Song Three

Text 1

gopīnātha āmāra upāya nāi
tumi kṛpā kori’ āmāre loile
soṁsāre uddhāra pāi

O Gopīnātha, I have no other hope. Only if You kindly take me will I escape this world of birth and death.

Text 2

gopīnātha porechi māyāra phere
dhana dārā suta ghireche āmāre
kāmete rekheche jere

O Gopīnātha, I fell into Māyā’s dangerous trap. Wife, children, and wealth surround me. Now I must face the consequences of my material desires.

Text 3

gopīnātha mana je pāgala mora
nā māne śāśana sadā acetana
biṣaye ro’yeche ghora

O Gopīnātha, my crazy mind never understands good advice. It keeps me stunned, trapped in the horrors of sense pleasures.

Text 4

gopīnātha hāra je menechi āmi
aneka jatana hoilo biphala
ekhona bharasā tumi

O Gopīnātha, now I accept defeat. My many struggles were fruitless. I have faith only in You.

Text 5

gopīnātha kemone hoibe gati
prabala indriyā baśī-bhūta mana
na chāre biṣaya-rati

O Gopīnātha, what will become of me? My mind has become the slave of my powerful senses. It will not give up its love for sense pleasures.

Text 6

gopīnātha hṛdoye basiyā mora
manake śamiyā loho nija pāne
ghucibe bipada ghora

O Gopīnātha, please stay in my heart. Please pacify my mind. Please accept me. Please destroy these terrible calamities.

Text 7

gopīnātha anātha dekhiyā more
tumi hṛṣīkeśa hṛṣīka damiyā
tārahe samsṛti-ghore

O Gopīnātha, You are the master of the senses. Seeing that I have no one to protect me, please control my senses and deliver me from this horrible world of birth and death.

Text 8

gopīnātha galāya legeche phaṅsa
kṛpā-asi dhori’ bandhana chediyā
binode koroho dāsa

O Gopīnātha, the noose is now around my neck. Grasping the sword of mercy, please cut that noose. Please make Bhaktivinoda Your servant.