Gītā-mālā

(1)
hari he
nija-karma-doṣa-phale, paḍi’ bhavārṇava-jale
hābuḍubu khāi kata kāla
sāntāri’ sāntāri’ yāi, sindhu-anta nāhi pāi
bhava-sindhu ananta viśāla

O Hari! By the fruits of my own faulty actions, I have fallen into the waters of the ocean of material existence. For so long I have been tossed about and sinking beneath its waves. Swimming and swimming, I cannot find its end, for the ocean of material existence is boundless and vast.

(2)
nimagna hainu yabe, ḍākinu kātara rabe
keho more karaha uddhāra
sei kāle āile tumi, tomā jāni kūla-bhūmi
āśā-bīja haila āmāra

When I became submerged, I cried out in a distressed voice, “Someone, please rescue me!” At that time you came. Knowing you to be the shore, the seed of hope arose within me.

(3)
tumi hari dayāmaya, pāile more su-niścaya
sarvottama dayāra viṣaya
tomāke nā chāḍi’ āra, e bhaktivinoda chāra
dayā-pātre pāile dayāmaya

O Hari, you are compassionate. Having attained you, I have become fully convinced that you are the supreme object of mercy. This insignificant Bhaktivinoda will not abandon you again, for this recipient of mercy has attained the Compassionate One.