(Poetic English verse)
Forgetting You, I entered this mortal domain,
Suffering myriad myriads of variegated pain;
At Your lotus feet have I come,
I shall tell the tale of my sorrow and pain.
While lying in my mother’s womb,
Bound by the deadly shackles of confinement,
Once, O Lord, You blessed me with Your vision,
Then abandoned this hapless servant.
“Upon taking birth,” I acknowledge,
“Unto You, I shall do bhajana, I pledge!”
Being born, I fell into the matrix of illusion,
Hence came not a smidgin of knowledge.
Doted on as a child, in the lap of close kin,
I whiled away my time in amusement;
The pamper of parents made me forget,
The world began to taste “sweet.”
Gradually, day by day, I attained boyhood,
As carefree as ever as other boys did I play;
In a short while, as learning awakened,
I poured through my studies day after day.
From repute of learning, I saw many a country,
Gaining wealth along with great notoriety;
Supporting kinfolk wholeheartedly,
I all but forgot You, O Lord Hari!
Now in old age, Bhaktivinoda bewails,
Filled with deep anxiety and grief;
Not serving You, the days passed aimlessly—
Now, what will be my refuge for relief?
— translation by TP Das