Gītā-mālā

(1)
hari he
tomāra caraṇa-padma, anurāga-sudhā-sadma
sāgara-śīkara yadi pāya
kona bhāgyavān jane, kona kārya-saṅgaṭane
tā’ra saba duḥkha dūre yāya

O Hari! If some fortunate person somehow obtains a single drop of spray from the ocean of ambrosial love found at Your lotus feet, all his sorrows depart far away.

(2)
se sudhā-samudra-kaṇa, saṁsārāgni-nirvāpana
kṣaṇete kariyā phele tā’ra
parama nivṛtti diyā, tomāra caraṇe laya
deya tabe ānanda apāra

That drop from the ocean of nectar extinguishes the fire of worldly existence in a moment. Granting supreme relief, it brings one to Your feet and then bestows boundless joy.

(3)
e bhaktivinoda kānde, paḍiyā saṁsāra-phānde
bale nāhi kona bhāgya mora
e ghaṭanā nā ghaṭila, āmāra janama gela
vṛthā rainu ha’ye ātma-bhora

This Bhaktivinoda weeps, having fallen into the snare of worldly existence, and says, “I possess no good fortune. This has never happened to me. My life has passed in vain, absorbed only in myself.”