the bounding stag I have sought sensual pleasures and fallen into
I am the greatest sinner among sinners, unwilling to part with
even a grain of rice to the noisy crow.
the fly buzzing about without any rest, I seek, O, Father, tell
me what to do that I may not die, and grant me Your grace to support
Like the bull bearing heavy burdens, I have toiled caring the
load of my own grief.
knowing anything, I have roamed like the unclean animal feeding
upon the refuse of the streets.
I am lower than the dog, which tires itself out with barking in
One, what can I do to obtain Your grace to support me in my distress?
I have taken pride in regarding my darkness as light and my desire
as the great goal.
have wondered with the monkey of my mind in the darkness of the
jungles. Mistaking it for my kindred.
You who dwell in the heart of Your saints, I have not the mind
to seek the great object of life.
what can I do to get Your grace? Rule me with Your grace.
I do not know the medicine, the jewel, the mantra, the knowledge,
the rule and conduct of life.
do not know the repentance, the power of Your grace and the path
do not know the place where I can life the controlled life, nor
how to enter into the society of the wise, nor how to approach
the holy place where the Lord resides.
do not know the direction in which to go. How can I enter? Whom
can I speak to? What can I do? I know not anything.
have not abandoned the toils of class, creed and sect.
I have not abandoned plunging into the mire of theological wrangling.
do not know the beginning nor the end, nor how to abide in the
waveless sea of Your bliss.
have not walked in the way of holiness, nor do I know the inward
will of You who abides in the assembly of the holy ones.
can I enter the world of my foes? To whom can I speak?
What can I do? I know not.