Pranesvara Nivedana Ei Jana Kore
Dainya Bodhika Song 3
prāṇeśvara!
nivedana ei jana kore govinda
gokula candra, parama ānanda kanda, gopīkula
priya dekho more
O master of my life, this person places an appeal before You! O Govinda, O moon of Gokula, O source of all transcendental bliss, O beloved of the gopis, please cast Your glance upon me.
tuyā
priya pada sevā, ei dhana more dibā, tumi
prabhu karuṇāra nidhi parama
maṅgala yaśe, śravaṇa paraśa rase, kāro
kibā kārya nahe siddhi
O my Lord, You are an ocean of mercy. Please give me the treasure of service to Your lotus feet. Hearing Your supremely auspicious glories is the greatest nectar for the ears. If You bestow Your mercy, then what difficult task cannot be accomplished?
dāruṇa
saṁsāra gati, viṣama viṣaya mati, tuyā
vismaraṇa śelo buke jara
jara tanu mana, acetana anukṣaṇa, jīyante
maraṇa bhelo duḥke
I wander through this world of suffering, my mind fixed on the objects of the senses, which bring only pain, and my chest pierced by the javelin of forgetfulness of You. My body and mind are withered and shattered, and from moment to moment I become unconscious. Immersed in pain, I am like a living corpse.
mo
heno adhama jane, koro kṛpā nirīkṣaṇe, dāsa
kori rākho vṛndāvane śrī
kṛṣṇa caitanya nāma, prabhu mora gaura dhāma, narottama
loino śaraṇe
Please give me Your merciful glance. Make me Your servant and allow me to stay in Vrndavana. The golden-complexioned person who bears the name Sri Krsna Caitanya is my master. Narottama dasa takes shelter of Him.
Translation
O master of my life, this person places an appeal before You! O Govinda, O moon of Gokula, O source of all transcendental bliss, O beloved of the gopis, please cast Your glance upon me.
O my Lord, You are an ocean of mercy. Please give me the treasure of service to Your lotus feet. Hearing Your supremely auspicious glories is the greatest nectar for the ears. If You bestow Your mercy, then what difficult task cannot be accomplished?
I wander through this world of suffering, my mind fixed on the objects of the senses, which bring only pain, and my chest pierced by the javelin of forgetfulness of You. My body and mind are withered and shattered, and from moment to moment I become unconscious. Immersed in pain, I am like a living corpse.
Please give me Your merciful glance. Make me Your servant and allow me to stay in Vrndavana. The golden-complexioned person who bears the name Sri Krsna Caitanya is my master. Narottama dasa takes shelter of Him.