Dharma Niṣṭhā Nāhi Mora Ātma Bodha Bā Sundora
O Lord Kṛṣṇa, I have no faith in the path of religion, nor have I spiritual knowledge, nor have I beautiful devotion to Your feet. I have nothing of any value, nor does a good future await
me. I am a wicked hedonist. I am a thief who again and again robs his own self.
You are the purifier of the fallen, and I am very fallen. You are my only shelter. I place myself before Your feet. I take shelter of You. I am the servant, and You are my master.
Bhaktivinoda weeps. There is no peace in his heart. Falling to the ground, he says: O Lord Kṛṣṇa, please be merciful to this wicked person. Please give him the shade of Your feet forever.