The Only Remedy

Krishna

 
O lord of all the three worlds,
Kindly look upon this fallen soul
Sleeping in the lap of maya curled,
Enjoying this world whole and sole.
 
Your beauty unparalleled and beyond compare,
Steals the hearts of the purest pure.
Yet this fool has no time to spare,
To treat this disease which has no cure.
 
No cure except the chanting of the holy names
Is the only remedy so rare.
Yet I am busy playing games,
With maya, neither fear nor care.
 
O Lord, I beg you with all my heart,
Kindly help me through this journey of life.
Most difficult and hard to part,
Full of stress and painful strife.