Abibeka Rupa Ghana Tahe Dhik Acchadana

hari he abibeka rūpa ghana tāhe dhik ācchādana hoilo ta'te andhakāra ghora tāhe duḥkha-bṛṣṭi hoya dekhi' cāri-dike bhoya patha-bhrama hoiyāche mora

O Lord Kṛṣṇa! Alas! Covering everything with a terrible blinding darkness, clouds of illusions rain a monsoon of sufferings. Seeing the four directions become fearful places, I stumble and fall from the path.

nija abibeka doṣe poḍi' durdinera roṣe prāṇa jāya soṁsāra-kāntāre patha-pradarśaka nāi e durdaibe mārā jāi ḍāki tāi acyuta tomāre

By my own folly I fell into this angry, evil day. My life is about to flee. There is no guide to show the way in this dark jungle of birth and death. On this evil day I will die. I call out to You: O infallible Lord!

eka-bāra kṛpā-dṛṣṭi koro āmā prati bṛṣṭi tabe mora ghucibe durdina bibeka sabala ha'be bhaktibinoda tabe dekhaibe patha samīcīna

Please once place Your glance of mercy on me. Then this evil day, this monsoon of folly, will perish. Then powerful knowledge will come and show Bhaktivinoda the true path.