Tuwa Pade E Minoti Mor
Dainya Song 6
(prabhu
he!) tuwā pade e minati mor tuwā
pada-pallava, tyajato maru-mana, viṣama
viṣaye bhelo bhor
At Your feet, soft as new-grown leaves, I offer this humble prayer. Those feet shelter the fallen souls who burn from the heat of material existence. But I gave up their shelter, and now my mind scorched by the fire of worldliness, has dried up like a desert.
uṭhayite
tākata, puna nāhi milo-i, anudina
korohuṅ hutāś dīna-jana-nātha, tuhuṅ kahāyasi, tumāri
caraṇa mama āś
I find no strength to go on, and thus I spend my days lamenting. My only desire now is for Your lotus feet, O Lord of the meek and humble.
aichana
dīna-jana, kohi nāhi milo-i, tuhuṅ
more koro parasād tuwā
jana-saṅge, tuwā kathā-raṅge, chāḍahuṅ
sakala paramād
Has there ever been a soul as forlorn as me? Please be merciful and award me the association of Your devotees, for by tasting the pleasure of hearing your pastimes I shall give up all evils.
tuwā
dhāma-māhe, tuwā nāma gāoto, gowāyabuṅ
divā-niśi āś tuwā
pada-chāyā, parama suśītala, māge
bhakativinoda dās
One hope animates my soul: to spend day and night in Your divine abode singing Your holy name. Your tiny servant Bhaktivinoda begs a place in the delightfully cooling shade of Your feet.
Translation
At Your feet, soft as new-grown leaves, I offer this humble prayer. Those feet shelter the fallen souls who burn from the heat of material existence. But I gave up their shelter, and now my mind scorched by the fire of worldliness, has dried up like a desert.
I find no strength to go on, and thus I spend my days lamenting. My only desire now is for Your lotus feet, O Lord of the meek and humble.
Has there ever been a soul as forlorn as me? Please be merciful and award me the association of Your devotees, for by tasting the pleasure of hearing your pastimes I shall give up all evils.
One hope animates my soul: to spend day and night in Your divine abode singing Your holy name. Your tiny servant Bhaktivinoda begs a place in the delightfully cooling shade of Your feet.