Sakala Baiṣṇaba Gosā I Dayā Kara More

O saintly Vaiṣṇavas, please be merciful to me! Placing a blade of grass between his teeth, a poor wretch speaks these words.

Please give to me the great treasure that is taking shelter of the feet of the spiritual master and the lotus feet of Śrī Kṛṣṇa Caitanya.

Without your mercy I cannot attain thats helter. I am very unqualified to attain that shelter. That is certain.

You are all kalpa-taru trees. You are oceans of mercy. I have faith in that. That faith I keep in my heart.

I have no virtues. I stand at the apex of all offenses. If you can deliver even fallen me, you will show your great glories to the world.

Therefore please kindly give to this Rādhāmohana dāsa the gift of attraction to chanting the Lord's holy names. Please give to him a great treasure of ecstatic spiritual love.