Bhabārṇabe Po'ḍe More Ākula Parāṇa
I have fallen into the ocean of birth and death, and now my life is filled with troubles. How will I cross to the farther shore of this ocean? I do not know.
I have no power given by past pious deeds. I have no power of transcendental knowledge. I have no wealth of yajñas, yoga, austerity, or religion.
I am very weak. I don't know how to swim. In this calamity who will rescue me?
The waves of lust splash against me. The crocodile of sense pleasures, so fearsome to see, attacks me.
I have no power to resist the winds of my past karma. Weeping, and my heart agitated, I do not see anyone to rescue me.
O Śrī Jahnavi-devi, please me merciful to this servant. Please be kind. Please destroy his sufferings.
Taking shelter of the boat of your feet, I will certainly cross to the farther shore of this ocean of birth and death.
You are Lord Nityānanda's potency. You are the guru of Kṛṣṇa-bhakti. To this servant please give the gift of the kalpa-vṛkṣa tree of your feet.
How many sinners have you already delivered? How many? This poor beggar, this pile of ashes, begs at your feet.