Aparadha Phale Mama Citta Bhelo Bajra Sama

aparādha-phale mama citta bhelo bajra-sama tuyā nāme na labhe bikāra hatāśa hoiye hari taba nāma ucca kori' boḍo duḥkhe ḍāki bāra bāra

Because of my past offenses, my heart became like a thunderbolt. I had no ecstatic love for Your holy name. Now my hopes are all destroyed. In great distress I call Your name again and again.

dīna doyāmoya koruṇā-nidāna bhāba-bindhu dei rākhoha parāṇa

O Lord merciful to the poor! O origin of all of mercy! Please save my life! Please rescue me from this ocean of birth and death!

kabe tuyā nāma-uccaraṇe mora nayane jharabo daradara lora

When will an incessant stream of tears flow dripping and dripping from my eyes at the articulation of Your holy name?

gadgada-swara kaṇṭhe upajabo mukhe bolo ādha ādha bāhirābo

When will a faltering voice choked with emotion arise in my throat, and when will words garbled due to ecstasy come from my mouth?

pulake barabo śarīra hāmāra sweda-kampa-stambha habe bāra bāra

When will the hairs of my body stand erect in transcendental happiness, and when will perspiration, trembling, and being stunned be manifested on my body as I chant Your holy name?

bibarṇa-śarīre hārāobuṅ jñāna nāma-samāśroye dharobuṅ parāṇa

When will I turn pale and I fall unconscious as I keep my life under the shelter of Your holy name?

milabo hāmāra kiye aiche dina rowe bhaktibinoda mati hīna

Foolish Bhaktivinoda cries out, "O Lord, when will that day be mine?"