Kada Bus Sakyki Ta Diena Mano
kada bus sakyki ta diena mano ( mano ) įeidimai liausis,
tyrai namai skonis malonės galia bus irdyje paadintas
When, O when, will that day be mine? When will you give me your blessings, erase all my offences and give my heart a taste [ ruci ] for chanting the Holy Name in purity?
u olės lapelį emesniu,
kada save laikysiu tolererancijos
savybė irdin ateis visus gerbdamas,
savim nesididiuosiu paragausiu namos nektaro esmės
When will I taste the essence of the Holy Name, feeling myself to be lower than the grass, my heart filled with tolerance? When will I give respect to all others and be free from desire for respect from them?
turto, pasekėjų ir poezijos grauolių sakysiu,
nereikia,
kūno laimę duodančių gyvenimas po gyvenimo duoki,
o Gaurahari! beprieastinę bhakti lotuso pėdoms tavosioms
When will I cry out that I have no longer any desire for wealth and followers, poetry and beautiful women, all of which are meant just for bodily pleasure? O Gaura Hari! Give me causeless devotional service [ bhakti ] to your lotus feet, birth after birth.
( kada ) atliekant ri Krinos vardo
kartojimą paiurpęs kūnas stringantys odiai
ibalimas ir ekstatinis drebulys bus atsiradę
be perstojo i akių liesis aarų upeliai
When will my body be covered with goose bumps and my voice broken with emotion as I pronounce Krishna 's name? When will my body change colour and my eyes flow with endless tears as I chant?
kada Navadvipoje,
Suradhuni krante Gaura Nitjananda auksiu be dvylipumo
okdamas dainuodamas lakstysiu beprotis lyg,
metęs atsivelgimą [į aplinką ]
When will I give up all thought of the world and society to run like a madman along the banks of the Ganges in Navadvipa, singing and danvcing and sincerely calling out the names of Gaura and Nityananda?
kada Nitjananda,
man bus maloningas ileis mane
i juslinio tenkinimosi iliuzijos
suteikęs man savo lotuso pėdų
eėlį namos turgun duos leidimą
When will Nityananda Prabhu be merciful to me and deliver me from the enchantment [ maya ] of the sense objects? When will he give me the shade of his lotus feet and the right to enter the market place [ nama-hatta ] of the Holy Name?
pirksiu,
grobsiu hari namos nektarą nama rasos apsvaigintas tapsiu
apstulbęs rasą ragaujančių pėdas
liesdamas skęsiu rasoje nuolat
When will I buy, borrow or steal the ecstasies of the Holy Name? When will I lose myself in the intoxication of the Holy Name? When will I immerse myself in the nectar of the Holy Name after grasping the feet of a saint who constantly relishes the flavours [ rasa ] of devotion?
kada dyvoms uuojautos bus
prabudimas savo laimę pamiręs minkta
irdimi Bhaktivinoda maldaudamas
ri įsakymą ventą ieis propaguoti
When will I feel compassion for all living beings [ jibas ]? When will I forget my own pleasure in genuine humility? And when will I, Bhaktivinode, meekly go from door to door, preaching your message of love?
Translation
When, O when, will that day be mine? When will you give me your blessings, erase all my offences and give my heart a taste [ ruci ] for chanting the Holy Name in purity?
When will I taste the essence of the Holy Name, feeling myself to be lower than the grass, my heart filled with tolerance? When will I give respect to all others and be free from desire for respect from them?
When will I cry out that I have no longer any desire for wealth and followers, poetry and beautiful women, all of which are meant just for bodily pleasure? O Gaura Hari! Give me causeless devotional service [ bhakti ] to your lotus feet, birth after birth.
When will my body be covered with goose bumps and my voice broken with emotion as I pronounce Krishna 's name? When will my body change colour and my eyes flow with endless tears as I chant?
When will I give up all thought of the world and society to run like a madman along the banks of the Ganges in Navadvipa, singing and danvcing and sincerely calling out the names of Gaura and Nityananda?
When will Nityananda Prabhu be merciful to me and deliver me from the enchantment [ maya ] of the sense objects? When will he give me the shade of his lotus feet and the right to enter the market place [ nama-hatta ] of the Holy Name?
When will I buy, borrow or steal the ecstasies of the Holy Name? When will I lose myself in the intoxication of the Holy Name? When will I immerse myself in the nectar of the Holy Name after grasping the feet of a saint who constantly relishes the flavours [ rasa ] of devotion?
When will I feel compassion for all living beings [ jibas ]? When will I forget my own pleasure in genuine humility? And when will I, Bhaktivinode, meekly go from door to door, preaching your message of love?
Notes
This is the Lithuanian