Viracaya Mayi Dandam

(1) viracaya mayi daṇḍaḿ dīna-bandho dayāḿ vā gatir iha na bhavattaḥ kācid anyā mamāsti nipatatu śata-koṭir nirmalaḿ vā navāmbhas tad api kila payodaḥ stūyate cātakena (2) pracīnānāḿ bhajanam atulaḿ duṣkaraḿ śṛṇvato me nairyāsena jvalati hṛdayaḿ bhakti-leśālasasya viśva-drīcīm aghahara tavākarṇya kāruṇya-vīcīm āśā-bindūkṣitam idam upety antare hanta śaityam

1) 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. 2) 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