Suno Mor Duhkher Kahini
Dainya Song 5
(prabhu
he!) śuno mor duḥkher kāhinī viṣaya-halāhala, sudhā-bhāne piyaluṅ, āb
avasāna dinamaṇi
Hear, O Lord, my story of sadness. I drank the deadly poison of worldliness, pretending it was nectar, and now the sun is setting on the horizon of my life.
khelā-rase
śaiśava, poḍhaite kaiśora, gowāoluṅ,
nā bhelo vivek bhoga-baśe
yauvane, ghara pāti' bosiluṅ, suta-mita
bāḍhalo anek
I spent my childhood in play, my youth in academic pursuit, and in me there was no sense of right or wrong. In young manhood I set up a household and settled down to the spell of material enjoyment. Children and friends quickly multiplied.
vṛddha-kāla
āolo, saba sukha bhāgalo, pīḍā-baśe
hoinu kātar sarvendriya
durbala, kṣīna kalevara, bhogābhāve
duḥkhita antar
Soon old age arrived, and all happiness departed. Subjected to disease, troubled and weak, all my senses are feeble now, my body racked and exhausted, and my spirits downcast in the absence of youthful pleasures.
jñāna-lava-hīna, bhakti-rase vañchita, āra
mora ki habe upāy patita-bandhu,
tuhuṅ, patitādhama hāma, kṛpāya
uṭhāo tava pāy
Devoid of even a particle of devotion, lacking any enlightenment -- what help is there for me now? Only You, O Lord, friend of the fallen. I am certainly fallen, the lowest of men. Please, therefore lift me to Your lotus feet.
vicārite
ābahi, guna nāhi pāobi, kṛpā
koro, choḍato vicār tava
pada-paṅkaja- sīdhu pibāoto, bhakativinoda
karo pār
Were You to judge me now, You would find no good qualities. Have mercy and judge me not. Cause me to drink the honey of Your lotus feet and thereby deliver this Bhaktivinoda.
Translation
Hear, O Lord, my story of sadness. I drank the deadly poison of worldliness, pretending it was nectar, and now the sun is setting on the horizon of my life.
I spent my childhood in play, my youth in academic pursuit, and in me there was no sense of right or wrong. In young manhood I set up a household and settled down to the spell of material enjoyment. Children and friends quickly multiplied.
Soon old age arrived, and all happiness departed. Subjected to disease, troubled and weak, all my senses are feeble now, my body racked and exhausted, and my spirits downcast in the absence of youthful pleasures.
Devoid of even a particle of devotion, lacking any enlightenment -- what help is there for me now? Only You, O Lord, friend of the fallen. I am certainly fallen, the lowest of men. Please, therefore lift me to Your lotus feet.
Were You to judge me now, You would find no good qualities. Have mercy and judge me not. Cause me to drink the honey of Your lotus feet and thereby deliver this Bhaktivinoda.