namo om visnu padaya kṛṣṇa presthaya bhutale
śrīmate jayapataka swamin iti namine
nama acarya padaya nitāi krpa pradayine
gaura katha dhama daya nagara grama tarine
O Lord and master!
O Remover of disaster!
Glance o’er me supine
At feet yours lotus-like and divine
Enmeshed in worldly net,
Implore I Your Grace like a pet
To deliver me from the painful rut
Of this world’s treacherous gut
Within which I lie dormant
Like a poor peasant
Devoid of mirthful satiation
Born of man and earth’s cooperation
Parched as the Sahara mine mind
Needs wetting by your heart kind
Which overflows with the liquefaction
Of mercy that is the only solution
O gentle giant of unimaginable power
Over me, like an oak tree, please tower
For a budding seedling I am, wishing to grow
Till I reach Krsna by your mercy flow
Your lowly servant,
Śravaṇa Kīrtana dāsa