(A Garland of Songs)
Yāmuna Bhāvāvalī (The Ecstasies of Yāmunācārya)
The Sinful Soul Fit for Punishment
heno duṣṭa karma nāi jaha āmi kori nāi
sahasra sahasra-bāra hori
sei saba-karma-phala peye abasara bala
āmāya piśiche jantropori
Oh my dear Lord Hari! There are not sinful activities which I have not performed thousands upon thousands of times! And by the fruits of all these sinful actions, I have become robbed of all strength, being helplessly taken for an excruciatingly painful ride on the machine of this material world.
gati nāhi dekhi āra kānde hari anibāra
tomāra agrete ebe āmi
ja’ tomāra hoya mane daṇḍa deo akiñcane
tumi mora daṇḍa-dhara swāmī
Seeing no other hope for deliverance in sight, I am now continuously crying before You, my Lord. Please punish Your insignificant servant as You see befitting, for You are my Lord and ruling Master.
kleśa-bhoga bhāgye jata bhoga mora hao tata
kintu eka mama nibedana
je je daśā bhoga āmi āmāke nā chāḍo swāmī
Whatever difficulty my destiny prescribes for me, I will gladly undergo, but I have just one appeal to make to You. My dear Lord, no matter what condition I must undergo, please never give me up, for You are the only treasure of Bhaktivinoda’s life.