Gaurāṅgacānda Hera Nayanera Koṇe

O Lord Gaurāṅgacandra, please glance at me from the corner of Your eye. I take shelter of Your cooling feet.

Everything I possess I give to You. I keep nothing for myself. If You do not give Your mercy to me, where shall I go to take shelter?

O Lord Nityānanda, please give Your mercy to me. This poor, fallen, distraught person calls out to You.

In the past You delivered many sinners. Now You will not deliver them? Please show all the worlds that even now You will deliver the sinners.

If I cannot attain Your mercy I will weep in great anguish. In the past You freely gave the gioft of ecstatic spiritual love. Indeed, You begged everyone in the world to please accept it.

Please show Your mercy and deliver me. I have heard of your great mercy. O Lord, please cast Your glance of mercy on me in this world of birth and death.

O Lord Gaurāṅga! O Lord NItāi! Please do not destroy my hopes! Placing a blade of straw between his teeth, Narahari dāsa speaks these words.