Brahmā's Prayers

ratha haite uli brahmā praṇāma kari
kara-puṭe stuti kare dui kara juḍi

Brahmā descended from the chariot, bowed down, and with folded hands offered prayers.

His four crowns touching the ground, and tears flowing from his eyes, weeping Brahmā sadly spoke the following words.

O Lord, O master of Māyā, I offer my respectful obeisances unto You. In the blinking of an eye You can create many millions of Brahmās like me.

Even though in these three worlds I am called by the name "the unborn one" and by other respectful names, I am blind and foolish, for I could not recognize who You really are.

I was born from the lotus flower of Your navel. Therefore I am not truly unborn. It is You who are unborn, for You are Nārāyaṇa, the goddess of fortune's husband.

You are Nārāyaṇa, the beginning and end of everything, the creator of all the universes.

You are the master of the three modes: goodness, passion, and ignorance. You are Lord Hari, who created my body.

Who can describe Your glories? Millions and millions of Brahmās have come from the pores of Your transcendental body.

I am one of those many millions of Brahmās. I am a lowly creature with a body the size of seven cubits.

With an eyeblink You create many millions of Brahmās, and with a glance You again destroy them.

You are the creator of the universes. You are the beginning, middle, and end. Are You not Lord Nārāyaṇa?

How many pious deeds must one have performed in past lives to attain the company of Your servants? O Lord, please don't bewilder me with Your Māyā. O Govinda, please hear my words.

A child inside the mother's womb may sometimes kick the mother's body.

Does the kicking infant commit a sin? O Dāmodara, please hear my words: Many millions of Brahmās reside within Your transcendental body.

O Lord who holds the cakra, why will You not be merciful to me?

Weeping and weeping, Brahmā spoke these words.