Abibeka Rūpa Ghana Tāhe Dhik Ācchādana
O Lord Kṛṣṇa! Alas! Covering everything with a terrible blinding darkness, clouds of illusions rain a monsoon of sufferings. Seeing the four directions become fearful places, I
stumble and fall from the path.
By my own folly I fell into this angry, evil day. My life is about to flee. There is no guide to show the way in this dark jungle of birth and death. On this evil day I will die. I call out to You: O infallible Lord!
Please once place Your glance of mercy on me. Then this evil day, this monsoon of folly, will perish. Then powerful knowledge will come and show Bhaktivinoda the true path.