Viracaya Mayi Dandam lyrics

viracaya mayi daṇḍaṁ dīna-bandho dayāṁ vā gatir iha na bhavattaḥ kācid anyā mamāsti nipatatu śata-koṭir nirmalaṁ vā navāmbhas tad api kila payodaḥ stūyate cātakena

viracaya mayi dandam dina-bandho dayam va gatir iha na bhavattah kacid anya mamasti nipatatu sata-kotir nirmalam va navambhas tad api kila payodah stuyate catakena

विरचय मयि दण्डं दीनबन्धो दयां वा गतिर इह न भवत्तः काचिद अन्या ममास्ति निपततु शतकोटिर निर्मलं वा नवाम्भस तद अपि किल पयोदः स्तूयते चातकेन

O Lord of the poor, do what You like with me, give me either mercy or punishment, but in this world I have none to look to except Your Lordship. The cataka bird always prays for the cloud, regardless of whether it showers rains or throws a thunderbolt.

pracīnānāṁ bhajanam atulaṁ duṣkaraṁ śṛṇvato me nairyāsena jvalati hṛdayaṁ bhakti-leśālasasya viśva-drīcīm aghahara tavākarṇya kāruṇya-vīcīm āśā-bindūkṣitam idam upety antare hanta śaityam

pracinanam bhajanam atulam duskaram srnvato me nairyasena jvalati hrdayam bhakti-lesalasasya visva-dricim aghahara tavakarnya karunya-vicim asa-binduksitam idam upety antare hanta saityam

प्रचीनानां भजनम अतुलं दुष्करं शृण्वतो मे नैर्यासेन ज्वलति हृदयं भक्तिलेशालसस्य विश्वद्रीचीम अघहर तवाकर्ण्य कारुण्यवीचीम आशाबिन्दूक्षितम इदम उपेत्य अन्तरे हन्त शैत्यम

I am very weak and lazy to do even the smallest devotional service and so when I hear of the peerless and difficult-to-perform services performed by the great devotees in ancient times, my heart burns with despair. O Lord, O killer of Aghasura, when I hear that Your waves of mercy splash everyone from the demigod Brahma down to the most insignificant creature, then my heart becomes sprinkled with a cooling drop of hope.