My hypocrisy equals that of millions of Kalnemis and in pride I equal countless Ravans!

दीनानाथ मोिहं काहे बिसारे ।

हमरििहं बार मौन कस धारे ।

O Lord of destitute! Why have You forsaken me? When it came my time to receive grace, why have You suddenly become silent?

नाथ ! अगति के गति अनाथ हम,

कहहु कौन गति मोरि विचारे ।

Merciful Lord! You are the shelter of the helpless, and I am an orphan. What have You thought about me?

गणिका गीध अजामिल आदिक,

सुनत अमित पतितन तुम प्यारे ।

I have heard that sinners like Ganika (a courtesan), Geedh (a vulture) and Ajamil (a fallen soul) were very dear to You.

इन सम अगनित पतित रोम प्रति,

वारत पतित विरद रखवारे ।

I am so fallen that countless Ganikas, Geedhs and Ajamils can be sacrificed on each and every pore of my being.

दंभ कोति शत कालनेमि सम,

कोटिन रावन सम मद धारे ।

My hypocrisy equals that of millions of Kalnemis and in pride I equal countless Ravans.

लाजहुँ जासु लजाति अधम अस,

हैं न हुये न तु ह्वैहैं भारे ।

Shame itself is put to shame looking at my sins. There can be no worse sinner than me in the past, present or the future.

कौने मुख 'कृपालु' प्रभु सन कछु,

कहिय नाथ अब हाथ तिहारे ॥
(Prem Ras Madira)

O Lord of ‘Kripalu’! What can I say to You? Everything is in Your hands now. Accept me or reject me.

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