Hope

prācīnānāṁ bhajanam atulaṁ duṣkaraṁ śṛṇvato me

prācīnānāṁ bhajanam atulaṁ duṣkaraṁ śṛṇvato me
nairāśyena jvalati hṛdayaṁ bhakti-leśālasasya |
viṣvadrīcīm aghahara tavākarṇya kāruṇya-vīcīm
āśā-bindūkṣitam idam upaity antare hanta śaityam ||
(Stava-mālā: 1.16.2)

“Upon hearing of the unparalleled and difficult to perform bhajana of the ancients [i.e., Śuka, Ambarīṣa, and others], my heart burns with despair, as I am indolent about even a small amount of bhakti. Hanta! O Destroyer of Agha, upon hearing [however] of the waves of your compassion extending everywhere [i.e., from Brahmā down to even the most lowly], my heart feels within it a coolness moist with drops of hope.”

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hā hanta citta-bhuvi me paramoṣarāyāṁ

hā hanta citta-bhuvi me paramoṣarāyāṁ
sad-bhakti-kalpa-latikāṅkuritā kathaṁ syāt |
hṛdy ekam eva paramāśvasanīyam asti
caitanya-nāma kalayan na kadāpi śocyaḥ ||
(Caitanya-candrāmṛta: 53)

“Hā! Hanta! [lsy., Oh! Alas!] How will the wish-fulfilling creeper of pure bhakti sprout within the utterly barren land of my consciousness? There is only one source of great hope within my heart: by chanting the name of Caitanya no reason to lament can ever remain.”

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