HARI HARI! VIPHALE
by Narottama dāsa Ṭhākura
by Narottama dāsa Ṭhākura
[1]
hari hari! vifale janama goṅāinu
manuṣya-janama pāiyā, rādhā-kṛṣṇa nā bhajiyā,
jāniyā śuniyā viṣa khāinu
manuṣya-janama pāiyā, rādhā-kṛṣṇa nā bhajiyā,
jāniyā śuniyā viṣa khāinu
[2]
golokero prema-dhana, hari-nāma-saṅkīrtana,
rati nā janmilo kene tāya
soṁsāra-biṣānale, dibāniśi hiyā jvale,
juḍāite nā kainu upāya
[3]
vrajendra-nandana yei, śacī-suta hoilo 'sei,
balarāma hoilo nitāi
dīna-hīna yata chilo, hari-nāme uddhārilo,
tā'ra śākṣī jagāi-mādhāi
rati nā janmilo kene tāya
soṁsāra-biṣānale, dibāniśi hiyā jvale,
juḍāite nā kainu upāya
[3]
vrajendra-nandana yei, śacī-suta hoilo 'sei,
balarāma hoilo nitāi
dīna-hīna yata chilo, hari-nāme uddhārilo,
tā'ra śākṣī jagāi-mādhāi
[4]
hā hā prabhu nanda-suta, vṛṣabhānu-sutā-yuta,
karuṇā koroho ei-bāro
narottama-dāsa koy, nā ṭheliho rāṅgā pāy,
tomā vine ke āche āmāra
karuṇā koroho ei-bāro
narottama-dāsa koy, nā ṭheliho rāṅgā pāy,
tomā vine ke āche āmāra
O Lord Hari, my life I've simply spoiled. Although I've taken this rare human birth, like a miser, I've not served my Lord. I've no love for You, Rādhā and Kṛṣṇa, and so quite purposefully I've drunk poison.
From Goloka Vṛndāvana comes the chant of Hare Kṛṣṇa—such spiritual sounds vibrate only from the planets of God. How unlucky that I've no taste for nectar such as this, no love for transcendental bliss.
All matter is on blazing fire, and it is always burning my heart. Though ablaze, I've no desire to escape. Though my mind and body burn, I remain bound, trying to enjoy this holocaust.
Lord Caitanya, son of Mother Śacī, formerly son of Nanda Mahārāja, has now appeared with Lord Nityānanda, formerly Balarāma. They come chanting the holy names—Hari, Rāma, Kṛṣṇa.
Chanting Kṛṣṇa's names, They extricate all kinds of fallen, sinful entities from the blaze of this dark age of iron. Even two drunkards, Jagāi and Mādhāi, are delivered, purified by Their songs.
My Lord Kṛṣṇa, son of Nanda Mahārāja, now You are before me with Rādhāraṇī, daughter of King Vṛṣabhānu. O Lord! Please cast your glance of mercy upon me. I Narottama dāsa, now plead to You, Lord.
Now I surrender to You fully. Please don't kick Narottama dāsa away, for he has no shelter but Your lotus feet. Glance mercifully, O Lord, glance mercifully on Narottama dasa, who is pleading at Your feet.
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