Makanlal Dāsa Brahmacārī

Graced with tales of glory
For all to share

O benediction moon, kindly open my
Cold heart with Your love,
That this fallen soul may sing of Your glorious mission,
For there is no hope at any turn but Your mercy,
Even though we squander You away

Force us faster in our stumbling progress
Please force us faster
To surrender to Your mission.
Perhaps soon by Krsna's grace
You will enter deeper in my heart,
Driving out the cold impersonal void
That cares so little for Your kindness.

O my father, I beg You
Burn from my heart the black soul seeds of lust.
Burn up this darkness with Your blazing mercy
And force me to awaken.
You are my only hope, my life, though
I would squander You away
And in foolishness turn You from my heart

Please forgive me, please forgive me, just
Make me strong in Your service,
Not a rascal fool,
Just kindly make us pure at Your feet.

Please make me Your instrument.
Force this wretched soul to be transparent,
Worked within Your gentle hands
To carry out Your mercy mission
In the spirit of Thakur Bhaktivinode.

Without Your guidance there is no chance
For this godless hellish globe.
All rests on You, master of masters,
For we are weak and only fall.

Just fix me in Your footsteps,
Free from doubt and fear,
Only to fulfill Your desires,
Taking all fallen souls home
To Your golden merciful feet