How cursed must this idiot be
That i must Your disappointed form see?
What did i do wrong, my Lord?
That, with Your indifference, i be so scorched?

Like two bright almonds Your beautiful eyes,
Their radiance that charms and enchants the mind:
How come today even a glance they deny?
Than be scorched by Their anger, i'd rather i die!!

My Lord! Please do forgive a slave,
Who does earnestly for Your smile crave!!
O Dearest Lover! Bestow upon me Your mercy,
And please accept me at Your feet!!

My Lord!
Your lotus eyes and their depth endless,
Fill a poor girls imagination with desires relentless!
O my Krishna of charm boundless,
Bind me to You by Your mercy causeless!!

Lost in the luxury of Your kind love,
Have i forgotten the boons You have bestowed?
O my Love! Lord of my dreams!
Keep me forever at Your Lotus Feet!

i am running directionless
Apparently away from my Lord, and yet careless!
This slave is unable to halt her fleeing O Lord blemishless-
Save me, i be drowned in an unfortunate sea lest!

Caught in a web of wants and desires,
Distress and despair, procrastination and lies-
There is no account now of how times flies!
There are no definitions of weakening ties!

When again will You permit this girl
To be lost in the magic of Your beautiful lotus Eyes?
When again will You hold me so close
That my heart suffers from an emotional overdose?

i may be hopeless and worthless
But without You, this existence is meaningless!
Surrendered unto Your Lotus feet, i beseech forgiveness;
Dearest Narasimha! Abandon Your fury, and save me from this distress!

Mukti!

People may have different views on freedom.
For this slave, real mukti (freedom) is that i am never ever "freed" from Your service!
Real "mukti" is in unalloyed devotion and hurdle-free service!
Real "mukti" is always being caught in the web of Your love!
Here's begging You to grant that boon!

Be My Guide

O Beloved Lord!
Usually, for but a glance this slave begs away,
Adorning You, Damodara in dreams so far, far away!
Today, o dearest, i am afraid i ask for more:
For if the end be defeat, it'd be rather sore!

In this battlefield called Life
Except for You, alone myself i find!
Uplift me, guide me, stir me
Make me work for victory!

Surrendered unto Your feet as always:
i beg You to cast Your merciful gaze.
You show the light at the tunnel's end
i beg You now to illuminate the path and its numerous bends!