Please accept my humble obeisances at your lotus feet. All glories to you on this most wonderful day of your transcendental appearance.
Being most fallen and possessed of little intelligence, I cannot find suitable words to glorify you on this most auspicious celebration of your appearance.
O Śrīla Ācāryapāda, when will I be able to serve you sincerely with great love, without offences; I am not able to think of you constantly and am limited in my capacity to serve you; it is only when I am frustrated in sense gratification that I remember Lord Kṛṣṇa and seek shelter at your lotus feet.
I am unworthy of your mercy, but yet I am anxious to always be a particle of dust under your divine lotus feet, for thus I may escape from Māyā.
Take me as a sincere spiritual aspirant, always dependent on your mercy.
Your fallen servant,