Jaya Jaya Hari Nāma Cid Ānandāmṛta Dhāma

O holy name of Lord Hari, O abode of the nectar of spiritual bliss, O Supreme Truth manifest in a form of syllables, glory, glory to You! O Lord, being kind to the devotees, You descended to this world. You give limitless mercy to the fallen souls.

"O Hari! O Kṛṣṇa! O Rāma! O shelter of the world's people! O delight of every heart! Glory to You!" Filling their mouths, the sages worship and praise the holy name in this way.

O syllables of Lord Kṛṣṇa's holy name, You have all power to bless the conditioned souls. No one but You can deliver the souls from the ocean of birth and death.

If a poor person once chants Your syllables, even disrespectfully, You kill all his sufferings. I do not see any remedy but You.

When You are even only slightly manifest, the most horrible sufferings flee far away, and the subtle body, which keeps the soul bound in the material world, is easily broken. Bhaktivinoda says, "O holy name of Lord Hari, glory to You! Glory to You!" I approach Your feet and bows down before them. There I stay.