Gaurāṅga Prema Bādale Ḍobe Saba Prema Jale
Dhānaśī-rāga
In Lord Gaurāṅga's monsoon of ecstatic spiritual love every river, canal, and watercourse is flooded with the waters of spiritual love. Now everyone is plunged in those wtares of spiritual love. Alas! I am a madman. My head is sick and broken. That is why I stay alone on this dry hilltop. That is why my heart alone is not plunged in the flooding waters of ecstatic spiritual love.
Hari! Hari! Gaurāṅga! Why have I become so fallen? O Lord, please be kind to this beggar. This one time please cast Your merciful glance upon him. Please give him the mahā-mantra of Lord Hari's holy names.
You delivered Ajāmila. You saved Jagāi and Mādhāi. You protected Cāpala Gopāla. To the yavanas, melcchas, and caṇḍālas You gave ecstatic love for the holy name. What offense have I committed that I am so fallen and so far away from You?
I am very fallen. But You are the purifier of the fallen. O Lord, please don't crush my hopes. Placing a blade of grass between his teeth, unfortunate Vallabha dāsa begs You for mercy.