Kabe Ha’be Bolo Se-dina Amar Lyrics — When Will I Come to That Day?
Songs of Anticipation
Kabe Ha’be Bolo Se-dina Āmār
By Śrīla Bhaktivinoda Ṭhākura
Read Kabe Ha’be Bolo Se-dina Amar from Krishna Meditations, with Bengali transliteration and an English rendition by Kalakantha das.
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Original lyrics · Bengali transliteration
1) kabe ha’be bala se-dina āmār (Note: repeat this first line after each verse) aparādha ghuci’, śuddha nāme ruci, kṛpā-bale ha’be hṛdaye sañcara
2) tṛṇādhika hīna, kabe nije māni’, sahiṣṇutā-guna hṛdayete āni’ sakale mānada, āpani amānī, ha’ye āsvādiba nāma rasa-sāra
3) dhana jana āra, kavitā-sundarī, baliba nā cāhi deha sukha-karī janme janme dāo, ohe gaurahari! ahaitukī bhakti caraṇe tomāra
4) karite śrī-kṛṣṇa-nāma uccāraṇa, pulakita deha gadgada vacana vaivarṇya-vepathu, ha’be saighaṭana, nirantara netre va’be aśru-dhāra
5) kabe navadvīpe, suradhunī-taṭe, ‘gaura-nityānanda’ bali’ niṣkapaṭe nāciyā gāhiyā, beḍāiba chuṭe, vātulera prāya chāḍiyā vicāra
6) kabe nityānanda, more kari’ dayā, chāḍāibe mora viṣayera māyā diyā more nija-caraṇera chāyā, nāmera hāṭete dibe adhikāra
7) kiniba luṭiba, hari-nāma-rasa, nāma-rase māti’ ha-iba vivaśa rasera rasika-caraṇa-paraśa, kariyā majiba rase anibāra
8) kabe jīve dayā, ha-ibe udaya, nija-sukha bhuli’ sudīna-hṛdaya bhakativinoda, kariyā vinaya, śrī-ājñā-ṭahala karibe pracāra
English rendition
1) Tell me please, when will I come to that day? (Note: repeat this first line after each verse) All offenses ceasing as my taste increases, potent mercy transforming my heart with grace—
2) Like a blade of grass, when will I feel so lowly? When will my heart think of others tolerantly? Honoring all others, seeking no prestige, I’ll taste the honeyed essence of the Lord’s holy names.
3) Followers and money, lovers, education— when will I trade pleasures for renunciation? Gaura! As I suffer reincarnations, may the causeless mercy from Your feet always stay.
4) As I call out, “Krishna,” when will all my hairs rise? When will my voice falter and tears stream from my eyes, quaking limbs grown pale as my voice paralyzes, every time I’m chanting Kṛṣṇa’s sweet Holy name?
5) When will my heart truly cry out, “Nitāi-Gaura?” When, in Navadvīp, will I run on Gaṅgā’s shores, singing Kṛṣṇa’s name and dancing evermore, as aimless and uncaring as a man gone insane?
6) When will Nityānanda show me His mercy, breaking my attachment to mundane fantasy? Shelter at the feet of Nitāi gives one entry to the marketplace of Kṛṣṇa’s sweet Holy Names.
7) Purchased there or stolen, nāmaras shall be mine, overwhelming me like one who’s drunk too much wine. Endlessly immersed in nectar divine, I will touch the lotus feet of one with taste for the Name.
8) When will I care more for other’s welfare than mine? When will I stop thinking of myself all the time? Bhakativinoda gives heart and mind to humbly serve the mission of broadcasting the Name.