Tamāla Kṛṣṇa Gosvāmī

(1) O merciful Master
Timely you came
Freely distributing
The Lord's holy name.
The pious, the sinful,
You make no distinction,
Their material existence
Cast into extinction.

(2) Mahaprabhu's mission
In your hands was placed,
To offer the whole world
Krsna's sweet name to taste.
Within the heart
Selfish desires ceasing,
Krsna bhakti
Ever increasing.

(3) Enter a minister
With lust, anger and greed,
But in his heart
You have planted a seed.
Powerful those forces
Which lay within,
Causing the minister
Repeatedly to sin.

(4)But not so powerful
As the seed you have sown,
And with your care,
The plant that has grown.
Arrogant, proud,
A wayward minister,
But by your influence,
No longer sinister.

(5) Evil forces
Tried to attack
But with your knowledge
You forced them back.
False prestige and pride
Cut by your sword,
I seek your shelter
O merciful lord.

(6) Stripped of illusions,
A naked soul,
I wish to fulfill
Life's cherished goal.
Please take my hand
And guide me true,
In exchange my life
I consign to you.

(7) The sastra proclaims you
As "servitor lord",
Free of false motives
Service without reward.
Austerity is your wealth,
Bhakti your rule,
Now I surrender,
Please make me your tool.

(8) To heaven or hell,
By your order I shall go,
To preach the glories
Of the eternal soul.
Eastward bound
To a God-forgotten land,
Departing with your order,
Beneath your blessing hand.