Sadhu-sanganahoilo hay! gelodina akarana, koriarthauparjana, paramartharohilokothay? suvarnakoriyatyaga, tucchalostreanuraga. durbhagareito laksana krsnetarsangakori, sadhu-janeprihari, mada-garvekatanujibana bhakti-mudra-darasane, hasyakoritammane, batulataboliyatahay jesabhyatasrestagani, harainucintamani, sesetaharohilokothay? jnanergarimabale, bhakti-rupasusambale, upeksinusvarthapasariya dustajadasritajnana, ebeholoantardhana, karma-bhogeamakerakhiya ebejadisadhu-jane, krpakori e durjane, denabhakti-samudrerbindhu ta hoileanayase, muktahoyebhava-pase, parhoi e samsarsindhu Alas! Now I realize that all of my days had passed uselessly, for I never had the great fortune of associating with the devotees of the Lord. Therefore instead of hearing from them about the process of attaining the topmost goal of human life, I have wasted my time simply working hard to earn money. This is such an unfortunate calamity, for I now consider that I have rejected pure gold simply to become attached and devoted to a small clod of dirt. In other words, I have abandoned the bright-faced golden devotees of the Lord to associate with filthy dirty persons who are averse to Krsna. Thus in their company I have passed my entire life dazed in madly intoxicated vanity. Whenever I saw someone decorated with the signs of a Vaisnavalike tilaka, neck beads and sikha, etc., I would laugh at them within my mind, considering them to be completely insane. Regarding this attitude of mine to be the most highly cultured behavior, I have thereby robbed myself of the transcendental association of those touch stone-like devotees. So now in the end I am wondering . . . where has all this nonsense led me to? On the strength of my material education, I became puffed up and completely overlooked the most auspicious form of spiritual life, which is available only by devotional service. Thus I have completely steered clear of the ultimate goal of life. But now in my old age, all of this polluted material knowledge I worked so hard for is dwindling, for my memory is gradually fading away. Just see how I am captured and tormented in enjoying the fruits of my previous material activities! Now I have just one last hope. If only the devotees would be merciful to this sinful rogue by sprinkling me with one drop from the bhakti-rasamrta-sindhu, the nectarine ocean of pure devotion, then I will be satisfied. By the sweet influence of that single drop, I will instantly and effortlessly become liberated from the strong grip of this material world, and thus I will finally be able to cross over the ocean of nescience. GOOD NIGHT FRIENDS JAI SHRI RADHE SHYAM HARIBOL .....
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 16:47:53 +0000
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