Avatara Sara by Srila Lochan das Thakur
avatara sara, gaura-avatara
keno na bhajili ta’re
kori’ nire vasa, gela na piyasa
apana karama phere
kanta kera taru ,sadai sevili (mana)
amrita paibara
ase prema kalpataru (sri) gauranga amara
tahare bhavili bise
saurabhera ase, palasa sunkili (mana)
nasate pasila kita
ikshudanda bhavi’ katha chusili (mana)
kemane paibi mitha
hara baliya, galaya parili (mana)
samana-kiokara-sapa
sitala baliya aguna pohali (mana)
paili bajara-tapa
samsara bhajili, (sri) Gauranga bhulili,
na sunili sadhura katha
iha-para-kala, du’kala khoyali (mana)
khaili apana matha
Sri Gauranga is the essence of all avataras. Why didn’t I worship Him? It is as if I was surrounded by water and dying of thirst but I denied myself a drink. returning to my own fruitive activity
I chewed the thorns on the tree of worldly life and took the blood that flowed through my mouth to be nectar. When I was offered the nectarean fruits of love of Godhead distributed by Lord Gauranga, however, I turned them away, thinking them to be poison.
Wishing to smell perfume I sniffed at what I thought was the fragrant flower of material enjoyment. Alas, that flower was odorless like the palasa flower. When I tried to sniff its illusory aroma a bee flew up my nose and stung me. Thinking material life to be as sweet as sugarcane, I tried to taste its nectar. Instead, as I sucked I found it juiceless and dry. In this way, all my attempts at enjoyment proved false.
Admitting defeat, wasted, and worn out, I await the snake of death. Declaring it to be cool and soothing, I have embraced the fire of material life, only to suffer intense miseries, as if struck by lightning.
Worshiping family and material life I forgot Gauranga and didn’t listen to the words of the saints. Now, in my final days I realize that I am twice dead, for not only am I casting off this mortal body, but I am dead while living, having wasted my life in material indulgence (Mahajana-giti).
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