Gītā-mālā

(1)
hari he
dharma-niṣṭhā nāhi mora, ātma-bodha vā sundara
bhakti nāhi tomāra caraṇe
ataeva akiñcana, gati-hīna duṣṭa-jana
rata sadā āpana vañcane

O Hari! I have no steadfastness in dharma, nor self-realization, nor beautiful bhakti for your feet. Therefore I am destitute, without any destination, a wicked person always engaged in deceiving myself.

(2)
patita-pāvana tumi, patita adhama āmi
tumi mora eka-mātra gati
tava pada-mūle painu, tomāra śaraṇa lainu
āmi dāsa, tumi mora pati

You are the purifier of the fallen, and I am fallen and lowly. You are my only refuge. I have come to the shelter of your feet; I have taken refuge in you. I am your servant, and you are my master.

(3)
e bhaktivinoda kānde, hṛde dhairya nāhi bāndhe
bhūmi paḍi bale ataḥpara
ahaitukī kṛpā kari’, ei duṣṭa-jane hari
deha pada-chāyā nirantara

This Bhaktivinoda weeps; his heart can no longer hold firm. Falling to the ground, he says: O Hari, bestow your causeless mercy upon this wicked person and grant me the shade of your feet always.