(Used in monasteries in the morning)
Chant the Name of the Lord and His glory unceasingly
That the mirror of the heart may be wiped clean
And quench that mighty forest fire, worldly lust,
Raging furiously within.
O Name, stream down in moon light on the lotus heart
Opening its cup to knowledge of Thyself.
O self, drown deep in the waves of His bliss
Chanting His Name continuously
Tasting His nectar at every step
Bathing in His Name that Bath for weary souls.
Various are Thy Names, O Lord;
In each and every Name Thy power resides.
No times are set, no rites are needful for
Chanting of Thy Name, so vast is Thy Mercy.
How huge then is my wretchedness
Who finds in this empty life and heart
No devotion to Thy Name.
O my mind, be humbler than a blade of grass;
Be patient and forbearing like the tree;
Take no honor to thyself, give honor to all
Chant unceasingly the Name of the Lord.
O Lord and Soul of the universe,
Mine is no prayer for wealth or retinue
The playthings of lust or the toys of fame;
As many times as I may be reborn,
Grant me, O Lord, a steadfast love for Thee.
A drowning man in this world?s fearful ocean
Is Thy servant, O Sweet One,
In Thy mercy, consider him as dust beneath Thy feet
Ah, how I long for the day
When an instant's separation from Thee, O Govinda,
Will be as a thousand years,
When my heart burns away with its desire
And the world without Thee is a heartless void.
Prostrate at Thy feet let me be in unwavering devotion
Neither imploring the embrace of Thine arms
Nor bewailing the withdrawal of They presence
Though it tears my soul asunder.
O Thou, who stealest the hearts of Thy devotees,
Do with me what Thou wilt
For Thou art my heart's Beloved,
Thou and Thou alone.