Kabe Habe Bolo

Please tell me, When will that day be mine—when my offenses will end and the power of divine grace will infuse my heart with a taste for the pure holy name?

Thinking myself lower than a blade of grass, bringing forbearance into my heart, respecting all, and freed of false pride—when will I taste the essence of the liquid nectar of the holy name?

Neither wealth nor followers, nor beautiful women described in worldly poetry—none of these bodily pleasures do I covet. O Lord Gaurahari, please give me causeless devotion to Your lotus feet, birth after birth!

When, as I chant the divine name of Śrī Kṛṣṇa, will my body thrill with ecstasy and my words choke up, when will pallor and trembling occur, and when will my eyes pour forth endless streams of tears?

When will I run about on the Ganges bank in Navadvīpa, guilelessly calling out "Gaura-Nityānanda!" dancing and singing like a madman, giving up all mundane considerations?

When will Lord Nityānanda show me mercy and release me from the illusion of materialism? When will He give me the shade of His lotus feet and let me enter the marketplace of the holy name?

I shall buy or steal the mellows of the holy name of Hari, and after becoming intoxicated with those mellows I shall become stunned. By touching the lotus feet of the great souls who relish those mellows, I shall constantly drown in the sweet nectar of the name.

When will compassion for all fallen souls awaken within this Bhaktivinoda, and when will he thus forget his own happiness and with a meek heart set out to propagate by humble entreaty the sacred order of Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu?