Hari Hari! Kṛpā Kari Rākha Nija Pade

O Lord Hari, O Lord Hari, please give me shelter at Your feet. Lust and anger are the leaders of the group of six men who impell me to wander here and there in the attempt to enjoy varieties of sense-gratification.

I am full of material desires and I have become the servant of material illusion. My memory of You has fled far asay. Disguised as a Vaisnava I wander from house to house, motivated by the desire to accumulate wealth.

kupe in the well

In this town of Vraja, which is situated beyond all these sufferings, You have tied me about the neck with your rope of mercy. Seeing this outrage, the illusory energy loosened those ropes and again threw my into the well of material existence.

If You are again merciful You will grasp this person by the hair, rescue him from illusion's well, and place him in the abode of Vraja. Seeing that the Lord placed him in an auspicious condition of life, whereas otherwise his life would have perished, the poor and fallen Narottama dasa sings this song.