The greatest opportunity that one can have has slipped right through my fingers. Despite obtaining knowledge, beauty and fame, power and wealth, as well as aloofness from it all, by failing to build on a solid foundation of honesty, cleanliness, austerity, and mercy, my home has been destroyed and I do not know where to go. Fear and dread rasa has overcome me. The acaryas were instructed to take me to my honor. The light from their association illuminated the path. The mercy of the grace of the Supreme Source of Life, for no apparent reason, chose me as His very own. I was given the sword of Indra and the shield of Shiva to wage the battle against Death. The Lord Himself, in the form of Sri Chaitagurudeva, accepted the post as my chariot driver to drive me through the field of powerful adversaries, Anger, Greed, and Envy. Yet, when I was to take advantage of the fortune I had at my disposal, I took shelter of my ignorance.
There was shelter from the storm, but I froze out in the rain.
There was opportunity for honor, but I languish in my shame.
Blind, diseased and feeble, there is only me to blame.
So darkness surrounds this burnt out star.
Fire burns the wasted weeds.
I hear the dogs are barking, will they drag me into hell?
I could have saved the world, but it did not suit me well.
I could not adjust to a very simple thing.
Is it really all that difficult just to dance and sing?
The black smoke rises up above my head,
It must be time to leave, because that body is dead.
I am being dragged by a diamond thread,
To hear the judgement read.
I am liable for damages for all the things I said.
I am thrown into the prison for the foolish life I've led.
I seemed to hate my savior, this is why His body bled.
I never seemed to care, real tears I did not shed.
I never cleared the way, so there is trouble up ahead.
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