Hari Hari Krpa Kori Rakho
Dainya Bodhika Song 4
hari
hari! kṛpā kori rākho nija pade kāma
krodha chaya jane, loye phire nānā sthāne, viṣaya
bhuñjāya nānā mate
O Lord Hari, O Lord Hari, please give me shelter at Your feet. Six men headed by lust and anger take me here and there and force me to enjoy my senses in many ways.
hoiyā
māyāra dāsa, kori nānā abhilāṣa, tomāra
smaraṇa gelo dūre artha
lābha ei āśe, kapaṭa vaiṣṇava veśe bhramiyā
buliye ghare ghare
Filled with material desires, a servant of material illusion, and my memory of You fled far away, disguised as a Vaisnava, I wandered from house to house, hoping to get some money.
aneka
duḥkera pore, loiyechile vraja pure, kṛpā
ḍore galāya bāndhiyā daiva
māyā balātkāre, khasāiyā sei ḍore, bhava
kūpe dileka ḍāriyā
When I suffered many miseries You tied Your rope of mercy around my neck and dragged me to Vraja. The illusory energy then forcibly untied those ropes and again threw me into the well of material existence.
punaḥ
yadi kṛpā kori, e janāra keśe dhari, ṭāniyā
tulaho vraja bhūme tabe
se dekhiye bhālo, natuvā parāṇa gelo, kohe
dīna dāsa narottama
If, grasping his hair, You mercifully pull this person from illusion's well and place him in the abode of Vraja, he will see that as his great good fortune. Otherwise his life will end. Poor and fallen Narottama dasa sings this song.
Translation
O Lord Hari, O Lord Hari, please give me shelter at Your feet. Six men headed by lust and anger take me here and there and force me to enjoy my senses in many ways.
Filled with material desires, a servant of material illusion, and my memory of You fled far away, disguised as a Vaisnava, I wandered from house to house, hoping to get some money.
When I suffered many miseries You tied Your rope of mercy around my neck and dragged me to Vraja. The illusory energy then forcibly untied those ropes and again threw me into the well of material existence.
If, grasping his hair, You mercifully pull this person from illusion's well and place him in the abode of Vraja, he will see that as his great good fortune. Otherwise his life will end. Poor and fallen Narottama dasa sings this song.
Notes
Some versions of this song has the first words as "govinda gopinatha" instead of "hari hari."