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Tomar Carana Padma Anuraga

Yamuna Bhavavali Song 14

1

hari he tomāra caraṇa-padma anurāga
sudhā-sadma sāgara-śīkara jadi pāya
kona bhāgyabāna jane kona kārya-saṅgaṭane
tā'ra saba duḥkha dūre jāya

Oh my Dear Lord Hari! If a greatly fortunate soul, somehow or other, gets a chance to drink just one nectar-drop sprayed from the rich ocean of love emanating from Your lotus feet, then all of his miseries are automatically and instantly repelled to a far distant place.

2

se sudhā-samudra-kaṇa
soṁsārāgni-nirbāpana khaṇete koriyā phele
tā'ra parama nibṛtti diyā tomāra
caraṇe loya deya tabe ānanda apāra

This single drop from the ocean of nectar completely extinguishes the blazing fire of material existence and gives immediate relief. One who drinks such a drop thus takes hold of Your lotus feet, which bestow upon him transcendentally liberated peace and unlimited spiritual bliss.

3

e bhaktibinoda kānde poḍiyā
soṁsāra-phānde bole nāhi kona bhāgya mora
e ghaṭana nā ghaṭilo āmāra janama
gelo bṛthā roinu ho'ye ātma-bhora

Now Bhaktivinoda is weeping and says to You, Oh Lord... I am most unfortunate, falling into the snare of this material world. I have never taken a drop of the nectar of Your lotus feet, and therefore my entire life has been wasted, uselessly engrossed in the affairs of this material body.

Translation

1

Oh my Dear Lord Hari! If a greatly fortunate soul, somehow or other, gets a chance to drink just one nectar-drop sprayed from the rich ocean of love emanating from Your lotus feet, then all of his miseries are automatically and instantly repelled to a far distant place.

2

This single drop from the ocean of nectar completely extinguishes the blazing fire of material existence and gives immediate relief. One who drinks such a drop thus takes hold of Your lotus feet, which bestow upon him transcendentally liberated peace and unlimited spiritual bliss.

3

Now Bhaktivinoda is weeping and says to You, Oh Lord... I am most unfortunate, falling into the snare of this material world. I have never taken a drop of the nectar of Your lotus feet, and therefore my entire life has been wasted, uselessly engrossed in the affairs of this material body.