hari hari! kṛpā kari rākha nija-pade
kāma krodha chaya jane laṣa phire nānā sthāne
viṣaya bhuñjāya nānā mate (1)

haiyā māyāra dāsa kari nānā abhilāṣa
tomāra smaraṇa gela dūre
artha-lābha ei āśe kapaṭa-vaiṣṇava-veśe
bhramiyā buliye ghare ghare (2)

aneka duḥkera pare loiyechile braja-pūre
kṛpā-ḍora galāya baṅdhiyā
daiva-māyā balāt kāre khasāiyā sei ḍore
bhava kūpe dileka ḍariyā (3)

punaḥ yadi kṛpā-kari e janāra keśe dhari
ṭāniyā tulaho braja-dhāme
tabe se dekhiya bhāla, natubā parāṇa gelo
kahe dīna dāsa narottama (4)

O Lord Hari, O Lord Hari, please be merciful and keep me at Your lotus feet. The six enemies headed by lust and anger are making me wander to different places to make me enjoy my senses in various ways. (1)

Forgetting you, I desired so many things for myself and I have become a servant of Maya and  Then, hoping to accumulate wealth, I disguised myself as a pseudo Vaiṣṇava and wandered from house to house. (2)

After a great deal of miseries, You then kindly tied Your rope of mercy around my neck and brought me back to Vṛndāvana. But then Your external potency (Maya Devi) forcibly untied that rope and threw me into the well of material existence. (3)

So if you kindly once again catch my hair and pull me out of the well and place me in Braja-dhāma (abode of Vrindavan), only then it will be good otherwise I will die will. Thus prays poor Narottama dāsa. (4)