Mora Prabhu Madana Gopāla

O my Lord Madana Gopāla! O Govinda, the Lord of the gopīs! You are the protector of the helpless. Please be merciful to this fallen soul. I am imprisoned in this formidable ocean of material existence. Kindly pick me up with the rope of Your mercy.

I am like a wretched dog-eater, but I have heard from the lips of the saintly Vaiṣṇavas that You are the personification of compassion. O Lord, this is my only hope, therefore please give me shelter in Vṛndāvana so that I may happily see Vaṁśivata.

Please come forward and pulling my hair, give me shelter on the banks of the River Yamunā. This is my long cherished desire. Please be merciful to me and do not disappoint me.

I consider this temporary material body to be the self and I am so fearful of death. Narottama dāsa says, “My soul is crying day and night with the fear that I may not attain the shelter of Vraja.”