Nidānera Bandhu Tumi Śuniyāchi Hari

O Lord Hari, I have heard that You are the friend of persons on the verge of death. I am a sinner. I am very ill-behaved. I have no spiritual activities and no devotion. Now I am on the verge of death.

Horrible old-age has come to me. My teeth and everything else are all gone. Only my wicked material desires have not gone away. My hair is white. Still I decorate this body with nice garments. O Lord, I have become a fool, a madman.

I know this body is only made of clay. For some time the clay of this body turns this way and that, but in the end it returns to the earth from which it came. What a mistake I made! I carefully anointed this body with sandal paste and fragrant oils.

If a person blind from birth falls into a deep hole, he is helpless. Someone else must pull him out. In the same way if a person with eyes to see falls into the well of this world of birth and death, he will drown unless someone comes to save him.

O Lord Hari, I am tormented by the disease of living in this world of birth and death. Your holy name is the medicine for that disease. This I have heard from the scriptures and from the mouths of the saintly devotees. O Lord Hari, I take shelter of You. To Gopāla dāsa please give the boat of Your feet. In that boat carry him to the farther shore of this world of birth and death.