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BhajansBhaktivinoda ṬhākuraSaranagatiPrapance Poriya Agati
AuthorBhaktivinoda Ṭhākura

Prapance Poriya Agati

Bhajana Lalasa Song 1

1

hari
he! prapañce
poḍiyā, agati hoiyā, nā
dekhi upāya ār agatira
gati, caraṇe śaraṇa, tomāya
korinu sār

O Lord Hari, having fallen helplessly into the illusion of this world, I see no other means of deliverance but You. You are the only recourse for the helpless. I accept the shelter of Your lotus feet as essential.

2

karama
geyāna, kichu nāhi mora, sādhana
bhajana nāi tumi
kṛpā-moya, āmi to' kāṅgāla, ahaitukī
kṛpā cāi

I have no knowledge, no background of pious activities, nor any history of strict devotional practice. But You are full of compassion and kindness. Therefore, although I am certainly destitute, I solicit Your causeless mercy.

3

vākya-mano-vega, krodha-jihvā-vega, udara-upastha-vega miliyā
e saba, saṁsāre bhāsā'ye, diteche
paramodvega

The powerful urges of speech, mind, anger, tongue, belly, and genital have banded together to cast me adrift on the sea of this material world, thus causing me great anxiety and trouble.

4

aneka
jatane, se saba damane, chāḍiyāchi
āśā āmi anāthera
nātha! ḍāki tava nāma, ekhona
bharasā tumi

After great endeavor to subdue these material demands, I have completely given up all hope. O Lord of the destitute, I call upon Your holy name, for now You are my only shelter.

Translation

1

O Lord Hari, having fallen helplessly into the illusion of this world, I see no other means of deliverance but You. You are the only recourse for the helpless. I accept the shelter of Your lotus feet as essential.

2

I have no knowledge, no background of pious activities, nor any history of strict devotional practice. But You are full of compassion and kindness. Therefore, although I am certainly destitute, I solicit Your causeless mercy.

3

The powerful urges of speech, mind, anger, tongue, belly, and genital have banded together to cast me adrift on the sea of this material world, thus causing me great anxiety and trouble.

4

After great endeavor to subdue these material demands, I have completely given up all hope. O Lord of the destitute, I call upon Your holy name, for now You are my only shelter.