Tomāra Caraṇa Padma Anurāga Sudhā Sadma
O Lord Kṛṣṇa, if he somehow attains a drop of nectar from the ocean of love that flows from Your lotus feet, a fortunate soul will find that his sufferings suddenly flee far away.
In a moment that drop from the ocean of nectar extinguishes the fire of repeated birth and death. It brings liberation. It takes one to Your feet. It brings limitless bliss.
Falling into the trap of birth and death, Bhaktivinoda weeps. He says: I am not fortunate. Good fortune did not come to me. My life is gone. I selfishly wasted it.