Tumi Sarveswareswara Vrajendra Kumar
Goptritve Varana Song 4
tumi
sarveśvareśvara, brajendra-kumāra! tomāra icchāya viśve sṛjana saṁhāra
O youthful son of the King of Vraja, You are Lord of all lords. According to Your will, creation and destruction take place in the universe.
tava
icchā-mato brahmā korena sṛjana tava icchā-mato viṣnu korena pālana
According to Your will Lord Brahma creates, and according to Your will Lord Visnu maintains.
tava
icchā-mate śiva korena saṁhāra tava icchā-mate māyā sṛje kārāgāra
According to Your will Lord Siva destroys, and according to Your will Maya constructs the prison house of this world.
tava
icchā-mate jīver janama-maraṇa samṛddhi-nipāte duḥkha sukha-saṁghaṭana
According to Your will the living beings take birth and die, and according to Your will they meet with prosperity and ruin, happiness and sorrow.
miche
māyā-baddha jīva āśā-pāśe phire' tava icchā binā kichu korite nā pāre
The tiny soul bound up by Maya vainly struggles in the fetters of worldly desire. Without Your sanction he is unable to do anything.
tumi
to' rākhaka ār pālaka āmāra tomāra caraṇa binā āśā nāhi āra
You are my only protector and maintainer. Except for Your lotus feet there is no other hope for me.
nija-bala-ceṣṭā-prati
bharasā chāḍiyā tomāra icchāya āchi nirbhara koriyā
No longer confident of my own strength and endeavor, I have become solely dependent on Your will.
bhakativinoda
ati dīna akiñcana tomāra icchāya tā'r jīvana maraṇa
Bhaktivinoda is most poor, and his pride has been leveled. Now in accordance with Your will he lives and dies.
Translation
O youthful son of the King of Vraja, You are Lord of all lords. According to Your will, creation and destruction take place in the universe.
According to Your will Lord Brahma creates, and according to Your will Lord Visnu maintains.
According to Your will Lord Siva destroys, and according to Your will Maya constructs the prison house of this world.
According to Your will the living beings take birth and die, and according to Your will they meet with prosperity and ruin, happiness and sorrow.
The tiny soul bound up by Maya vainly struggles in the fetters of worldly desire. Without Your sanction he is unable to do anything.
You are my only protector and maintainer. Except for Your lotus feet there is no other hope for me.
No longer confident of my own strength and endeavor, I have become solely dependent on Your will.
Bhaktivinoda is most poor, and his pride has been leveled. Now in accordance with Your will he lives and dies.