(A Garland of Songs)
Yāmuna Bhāvāvalī (The Ecstasies of Yāmunācārya)
The Ocean of Nescience
nija-karma-doṣa-phale poḍi’ bhabārṇaba-jale
hābuḍubu khāi kota kāla
sāntāri’ sāntāri’ jāi sindhu-anta nāhi pāi
bhaba-sindhu ananta biśāla
Oh my dear Lord Hari! By the bad fruits of my past evil activities, I have slipped and fallen into the waters of the ocean of nescience, and I have been thus bobbing and sinking beneath the waves for a very, very long time. Swimming, I have not been able to reach the shore of this ocean of material existence, for it extends for an unlimitedly vast distance.
nimagna hoinu jabe ḍākinu kātara rabe
keho more koroho uddhāra
sei kāle āile tumi tomā jāni’ kūla-bhūmi
āśā-bīja hoilo āmāra
Becoming completely submerged and drowned in this ocean, I have loudly called out with a greatly distressed voice for someone to come and rescue me. At that time You came to me, oh Lord. Knowing that You are the safe shelter at the shore of this fearful ocean has given me a ray of hope.
tumi hari doyāmoya pāile more su-niścoya
sarbottama doyāra biṣoya
tomāke nā chāḍi’ āra e bhaktibinoda chāra
doyā-pātre pāile doyāmoya
You, dear Lord, are actually made of compassion. I am completely convinced that You are the original source of the highest form of causeless mercy. Noe this most fallen rascal Bhaktivinoda won’t reject You any more… for I, the befitting object of causeless mercy, have attained the favor of He Who abounds in causeless mercy.