Avatara Sara Gora Avatara
avatāra-sāra,
gorā-avatāra, kena nā bhajili tā're kari'
nīre vāsa, gela nā piyāsa, āpana karama phere
O my mind, why don't you worship Sri Gaurasundara, the crown-jewel of all incarnations? You always stay in water but your thirst is never satiated due to your own past bad activities.
kaṇṭakera
taru, sadāi sevili (mana), amṛta pāibāra āśe prema-kalpataru,
śrī gaurāṅga āmāra, tāhāre bhāvili
vine
You always hope to attain sweet, juicy fruits from your worship of thorn trees, but this is not possible. Our Gaurasundara is a desire-tree offering divine love, but you left Him, thinking Him to be poison.
saurabhera
āśe, palāśa ślkili (mana), nāśāte
paśila kīṭa ikṣudaṇḍa
bhāvi', kāṭha cuṣili (mana), kemane pāibi
miṭha
O my mind, searching for some sweet aroma, you smell the beautiful palasa flower (but it has no scent), and instead, an insect from the flower enters your nose. You suck on dry wood, mistaking it for sugar cane, so how can you get any sweet juice?
hāra
baliyā, galāya parili (mana), śamana kiṅkara-sāpa śītala
baliyā, āguna pohāli (mana), pāili vajara tāpa
O my mind, death is like snake which you put around your neck, thinking it to be a garland. You entered fire, thinking it to be cool, and suffered excruciating burning.
saṁsāra
bhajili, śrī gaurāṅga bhulili, nā sunili sādhura
kathā iha
parakāla, du'kāla khoyāli (mana), khāili āpana
māthā
O my mind, enjoying material pleasures, you never heeded the devotees' words and forgot Gaurasundara. Thus, both this world and the next are lost to you.
Translation
O my mind, why don't you worship Sri Gaurasundara, the crown-jewel of all incarnations? You always stay in water but your thirst is never satiated due to your own past bad activities.
You always hope to attain sweet, juicy fruits from your worship of thorn trees, but this is not possible. Our Gaurasundara is a desire-tree offering divine love, but you left Him, thinking Him to be poison.
O my mind, searching for some sweet aroma, you smell the beautiful palasa flower (but it has no scent), and instead, an insect from the flower enters your nose. You suck on dry wood, mistaking it for sugar cane, so how can you get any sweet juice?
O my mind, death is like snake which you put around your neck, thinking it to be a garland. You entered fire, thinking it to be cool, and suffered excruciating burning.
O my mind, enjoying material pleasures, you never heeded the devotees' words and forgot Gaurasundara. Thus, both this world and the next are lost to you.