Hari Hari Ki Mora Karama Anurata

Hari Hari Ki Mora Karama Anurata

Narottam Das Thakur has written this song “Hari hari! ki mora karama anurat”. This song is taken from the book Prarthana (Section: Aksepa Song 2). In this song, Narottam Das Thakur conveys the deadliness of being attached to materialism.
 
(1)
hari hari! ki mora karama anurata
visaya kutila mati, sat sange na hoilo rati,
kise ara taribara patha
 
(2)
svarupa sanatana rupa, raghunatha bhatta yuga,
lokanatha siddhanta sagara
sunita;m se sab kotha, ghucita manera vyatha,
tabe bhalo hoito antara
 
(3)
jokhon gaura nityananda, advaitadi bhakta vrnda,
nadiya nagare avatara
tokhon na hoilo janma, ebe dehe kiba karma,
micha matra bohi phiri bhara
 
(4)
hari dasa adi bule, mahotsava adi kore,
na herinu se sukha vilasa
ki mora duhkera kotha, janama gowanu vrtha
dhik dhik narottama dasa
 
(1) My crooked mind delights in sense-gratification, but not in the association of the saintly devotees.  Why do I follow this dangerous path?  O Lord Hari, Lord Hari, how have I become so attached to materialism? 
 
(2) In the past I continually heard the philosophy of Krsna consciousness from Srila Svarupa Damodara Gosvami, Srila Sanatana Gosvami, Srila Rupa Gosvami, Srila Raghunatha dasaGosvami, Srila Raghunatha Bhatta Gosvami, Srila Gopala Bhatta Gosvami and Srila Lokanatha Gosvami, who is like a great ocean of devotional truth.  By hearing their words the pain within my mind subsided, and I attained an auspicious condition of life. 
 
(3) Lord Caitanya, Lord Nityananda, Lord Advaita, and the devotees who are Their personal associates have descended from the spiritual world to the land of Nadiya.  They have not taken birth as ordinary mortals do.  How wonderful are Their transcendental activities!  I am not like Them.  I simply trudge along carrying a great heap of illusory materialistic burdens. 
 
(4) Haridasa Thakura and the other devotees traveled about absorbed in a constant festival of the glorification of Lord Krsna, but I myself was unable to see these blissful pastimes.  How sad is my tale. I have wasted my life.  Fie, fie on Narottama dasa.