veda-vidhi-anusāre karma kori’ e soṁsāre
punaḥ punaḥ jība janma pāya
pūrba-kṛta-karma-phale tomāra bā icchā-bale
janma jadi labhi punarāya
Oh my Lord Hari! By working fruitively according to the Vedic injunctions in this material world, the soul continuously takes birth again and again. If I also have to take birth once again according to Your will, due to the results of my previous fruitive reactions, then I have just one request to make to You, oh Lord…
tabe eka kathā mama śuno he puruṣottama
kīṭa-janma jadi hoya tāhāte-o doyāmoya
rohibo he santuṣṭa antore
So then kindly hear me, oh Puruṣottama! I have only one petition to submit before You. If I can only take my next birth even as an insignificant insect within the home of Your loving servant, then I would become completely satisfied, oh Most Merciful Lord.
taba dāsa-saṅga-hīna je gṛhastha ārbacīna
tā’ra gṛhe caturmukha-bhūti
nā hao kakhana hari kara-dwoya joḍa kori’
kore bhaktibinoda minati
Please never , never let me take birth in the home of a foolish householder who is bereft of the association of Your eternal servant, even if his household opulences rival those of Lord’s Brahmā’s. This is the only humble prayer that Bhaktivinoda is making now with folded hands.