kabe ha’be bolo se-dina āmār aparādha ghuci’,
śuddha nāme ruci, krpā-bale ha’be hrdoye sañcār
trnādhika hīna, kabe nije māni’,sahisnutā-guna hrdoyete āni’
sakale mānada, āpani amānī, ho’ye āswādibo nāma-rasa-sār
dhana jana āra, kobitā-sundarī, bolibo nā cāhi deho-sukha-karī
janme-janme dāo, ohe gaurahari! ahaitukī bhakti carane tomār
korite śrī-krsna-nāma uccārana, pulakita deho gadgada bacana
baibarnya-bepathu ha’be sańghatana, nirantara netre ba’be aśru-dhār
kabe navadwīpe, suradhunī-tate, gaura-nityānanda boli’ niskapate
nāciyā gāiyā, berāibo chute,bātulera prāya chāriyā bicār
kabe nityānanda, more kori ‘doyā, chārāibe mora visayera māyā
diyā more nija-caranera chāyā, nāmera hātete dibe adhikār
kinibo, lutibo, hari-nāma-rasa, nāma-rase māti’ hoibo bibaśa
rasera rasika-carana paraśa, koriyā mojibo rase anibār
kabe jībe doyā, hoibe udoya, nija-sukha bhuli’ sudīna-hrdoya
bhakativinoda, koriyā binoya, śrī-ājñā-tahala koribe pracār
When, O when, will that day be mine? When will you give me your blessings, erase all my offences and give my heart a taste [ruci] for chanting the Holy Name in purity?
When will I taste the essence of the Holy Name, feeling myself to be lower than the grass, my heart filled with tolerance? When will I give respect to all others and be free from desire for respect from them?
When will I cry out that I have no longer any desire for wealth and followers, poetry and beautiful women, all of which are meant just for bodily pleasure? O Gaura Hari! Give me causeless devotional service [bhakti] to your lotus feet, birth after birth.
When will my body be covered with goose bumps and my voice broken with emotion as I pronounce Krishna’s name? When will my body change colour and my eyes flow with endless tears as I chant?
When will I give up all thought of the world and society to run like a madman along the banks of the Ganges in Navadvipa, singing and danvcing and sincerely calling out the names of Gaura and Nityananda?
When will Nityananda Prabhu be merciful to me and deliver me from the enchantment [maya] of the sense objects? When will he give me the shade of his lotus feet and the right to enter the market place [nama-hatta] of the Holy Name?
When will I buy, borrow or steal the ecstasies of the Holy Name? When will I lose myself in the intoxication of the Holy Name? When will I immerse myself in the nectar of the Holy Name after grasping the feet of a saint who constantly relishes the flavours [rasa] of devotion?
When will I feel compassion for all living beings [jibas]? When will I forget my own pleasure in genuine humility? And when will I, Bhaktivinode, meekly go from door to door, preaching your message of love?