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Verse 1

Weeping and weeping, and turning away from all shyness, I, a very poor-hearted person who lives in Vraja's forests, now speaks the prayers that are in my heart.

Verse 2

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, defeating the splendor of sapphires and new clouds, You delight the people of Vraja. O Śrī Rādhā, Your fair complexion removing the pride of yellow gorocanā, You charm Lord Kṛṣṇa's heart.

Verse 3

O Kṛṣṇa who eternally enjoys pastimes in Vraja's forests, dressed in yellow garments, You conquer gold. O Śrī Rādhā who eternally helps Lord Kṛṣṇa in His pastimes, dressed in blue garemnts, You remove the palāśa flower's pride.

Verse 4

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, You are the sapphire in the crown of all youths. Rādhā is the queen of Your life. O Śrī Rādhā, You are the jasmine crown decorating the braids of Vraja's girls. You are always eager to please Lord Kṛṣṇa.

Verse 5

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, defeating the splendor of Lord Nārāyaṇa, Your handsome form in Vraja's forests makes the whole world wild with bliss. O Śrī Rādhā, defeating Goddess Lakṣmī, in the courtyard of Lord Kṛṣṇa's heart You are the most beautiful of Vraja's girls.

Verse 6

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, with flute music and with waves of sweet fragrance You charm Rādhā's heart at every moment. O Śrī Rādhā, with vīṇā music and with the fragrance of Your limbs You make Lord Kṛṣṇa's heart wild with bliss.

Verse 7

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, O crest jewel of thieves, with Your restless glances You have robbed Rādhā of Her wealth of peacefulness. O graceful artist, O wealthy Śrī Rādhā, Your waves of crooked glances make Lord Kṛṣṇa intoxicated with bliss.

Verse 8

O Lord Kṛṣṇa, O master of dancers and actors, Rādhā's jokessometimes make You speechless. O Śrī Rādhā, O kalpa-vṛkṣa tree of nectar, hearing Lord Kṛṣṇa's jokes, You become ecstatic, and the hairs of Your body stand erect.

Verse 9

O all-virtuous Kṛṣṇa, You are a mountain range made of the jewels of transcendental qualities. O Śrī Rādhā, You possess a host of transcendental qualities Pārvatī and other beautiful girls yearn to attain.

Verse 10

O Kṛṣṇa of Vṛndāvana, O queen of Vraja's forests, O rulers of my life, with words choked with emotion, I, a great fool, place this honest request before You both.

Verse 11

If You think I am not worthy to receive Your mercy in this forest of Vraja, please be merciful anyway to this fallen person. O merciful king and queen, I take shelter of Your feet.

Verse 12

Although I am unworthy, and although I am an offender, please be merciful to me. You two are very merciful. You forgive a host of offenses.

Verse 13

I do not possess even a single drop of the shadow of devotion to You, devotion that brings Your mercy. I am not worthy to receive Your mercy. Still, O playful king and queen of pastimes, O rulers of Vraja's people, please be merciful to me anyway.

Verse 14

You were merciful to Śiva and the demigods. You were merciful even to the wicked nondevotees. O playful rulers of all, O king and queen of my life, please forgive my faults and be merciful to me.

Verse 15

Although I am lowly, I proudly think myself exalted. Although I am a fool, I proudly think myself wise. Although I am wicked, I proudly think myself a saint. These are my faults. Many days have passed, and still I do not worship You.

Verse 16

Still, if in this lifetime this poor person somehow chants the dim light (nāmābhāsa) of the holy name, then please, O divine couple, be merciful to him, free him of his faults, and allow him to chant Your holy names.

Verse 17

Even a small fragment of devotional service destroys all offenses. O merciful divine couple, please forgive me and purify me of my faults. That is the desire in my heart. That is the prayer I place before your feet.

Verse 18

This poor soul who has no wealth of devotional service, this person proud of how hard he struggles and how he suffers, this person worthless like a pile of ashes falls before Your feet and prays for Your kindness. Please be pleased with with him.

Verse 19

Loudly weeping, his body trembling, his hands folded, and a of straw between his teeth, this sinner says: O master! O master! Please kindly make me peaceful.

Verse 20

Calling out, "O! O!", this miserable person begs for mercy. Repenting his sins, he rolls about on the ground. He says, "O Rādhā! O Kṛṣṇacandra! Please hear my words choked with emotion. Without Your mercy my life-breath will flee away."

Verse 21

Weeping, I call out, "O! O!" In a voice choked with emotion I say: Please be pleased with me. Becuase You have all good qualities, please be merciful to this unworthy person. O oceans of mercy, please keep me at Your feet.

Verse 22

Placing my thumb in my mouth I make a loud sound of grief. Weeping and weeping, I say: O master, please give me a small particle of Your mercy. Please rescue my life. Please accept this poor person.

Verse 23

Weeping, this fool earnestly and humbly prays: O abodes of mercy, please splash me with Your waves of mercy in this forest of Vraja.

Verse 24

In the places of Your manifest and unmanifest pastimes the different states of being are all very sweet and pleasing to the heart. Of all these states of being, pure love for Śrī Śrī Rādhā- Kṛṣṇa, which is attained only by Your mercy, is the best of the best.

Verse 25

If You are pleased with this maidservant and in Your hearts feel kind to her, then please give her the gift of service to Your feet. Please allow me to approach Your feet. That will cool the fever that burns my life. That is all I desire.

Verse 26

You are kind and affectionate to persons who have no master or shelter. I am very low and fallen. I have no master. I have no shelter. I beg to serve You directly. Please give me the gift of Your mercy. Please save the life of this person without master or shelter. Turning away from all else I beg to serve You.

Verse 27

My folded hands resting on my head, I place this request before Your feet: One time please allow me to serve You. In this way You will cool my feverish heart. Then I will think my life is a success.

Verse 28

When will I see You both meet in the forest? When, the priceless fragrance of Your limbs entering the city of my heart, will I suddenly fall unconscious?

Verse 29

of service.When will the sweet, sweet tinkling of Your anklets, a tinkling that defeats the cooing of swans, enter my ears? When, with a happy heart drinking the nectar of service to You, will I become wild with bliss?

Verse 30

When, in Vṛndāvana forest seeing Your auspicious footprints bearing the cakra and other marks, will this maidservant, secretly attaining Your mercy, float in a festival of bliss?

Verse 31

O Rādhā, O Kṛṣṇa, when, Your splendid feet, feet that are the abode of all beauty, come before my eyes, will i celebrate a wonderful festival of bliss?

Verse 32

For a long time I have yearned to see Your lotus feet. Will this difficult to attain desire be fulfilled in this birth? That is the thought in my heart.

Verse 33

When will I see You two beautiful lovers enjoy amorous pastimes in the groves of Vṛndāvana forest not far away from me? When, gazing at You, will I become plunged into bliss?

Verse 34

When, carrying Your letters to each other when You cannot meet, and thus banishing the sufferings of Your hearts and increasing Your happiness, will I become wild with bliss?

Verse 35

When, the two of You searching for each other in Vṛndāvana forest and not finding each other, will I bring You together and, pleasing You, receive a necklace, locket, and other things as a reward?

Verse 36

I will hold the necklace intended as the victor's prize in the gambling match, and You will quarrel over the necklace, each of You claiming, "I won. I won." When will I see all this?

Verse 37

When, as You both recline on a bed made of flowers, will this maidservant, by massaging Your feet, become fortunate?

Verse 38

When, Your necklaces broken during Your amorous battle, will this maidservant be commanded to string them again? I will place that merciful command on my head.

Verse 39

When, the decorations in Your hair washed away by the waves of Your pastimes, will I, on Your hinted command, become plunged into bliss by decorating Your hair with peacock feathers?

Verse 40

When, the previous decorations are destroyed during Your amorous pastimes, will I, on Your command, make new tilaka decorations on both Your foreheads? Gazing at the beauty of those decorations, I will become wild with bliss.

Verse 41

O my master Kṛṣṇa, I will place a forest garland on Your chest. O Rādhā, I will decorate Your eyes with black mascara. When, as I do this in the forest, will I feel blissful, and will my heart tremble with love?

Verse 42

When, as I take golden-colored batel-leaves, mix them with camphor and other perfect ingredients, and place the bīṭis I thus make in both Your mouths, will my heart become plunged into ecstatic love?

Verse 43

Who am I? I am wicked sinner. What are my desires? They are very difficult to attain. Why do I make these requests? O Rādhā! O Kṛṣṇa dark like a monsoon cloud! Your transcendental qualities and Your sweetness make me talk in this way.

Verse 44

By Your mercy I have attained this holy abode of Vṛndāvana. By the same mercy please fulfill my desires. O my king and queen, please me merciful to me, so I may be accepted among Your gopī friends and I may serve You both in the forest groves at every moment.

Verse 45

O Rādhā! O Kṛṣṇa! By the power of Your mercy may anyone who, on the pretext of repeatedly reading aloud this Kārpaṇya- pañjikā, thirsts to attain the nectar rasas of Vraja, attain the fulfillment of his desires.

Verse 46

Placing her head at the glorious feet of Śrī Rūpa- mañjarī, Kamala-mañjarī expresses her desires. By gazing at the divine couple's pastimes in the Vraja forest of Śrī Godruma, may her thirst to taste the nectar of the rasas be satisfied.