O Janārdana, countless births have passed for me—thousands upon thousands, of every kind imaginable—within this ceaseless cycle of existence. In each of these lives, I have studied the Vedas and their branches, delved into various treatises, histories, and ancient tales, and learned many arts. I have tasted both dissatisfaction and satisfaction, experienced gain and loss, endured expenditures and witnessed increase, decrease, and states that are neither. I have known separation and union with wives, enemies, and relatives, and encountered a multitude of fathers and mothers. Sorrows have weighed upon me, and I have also attained many kinds of happiness; I have gained relatives, sons, brothers, and kin. I have dwelt among women, suffering the foulness of the womb—filled with urine and excrement—enduring such great pain even before birth, O Lord. Throughout childhood, youth, and old age, O Lord of the senses, I have borne many sufferings. I have endured the agony of death, journeyed the path to Yama, stayed in Yama's abode, and suffered the torments of hell. I have been born as worms, insects, trees, elephants, horses, deer, birds, buffaloes, camels, cows, and countless other creatures of the forest. I have lived among all castes of twice-born, been born in the wombs of Shudras, among the wealthy, the Kshatriyas, the poor, and ascetics. I have repeatedly entered the homes of kings, their servants, and countless other embodied beings, O Lord. I have served many men, become their servant, and experienced both poverty and lordship, ownership and loss. I have killed and been killed; caused death and suffered it; given to others and received from them in countless ways. Through actions involving fathers, mothers, friends, brothers, wives, the wealthy, the learned, the poor, and ascetics, I have spoken of various forms of misery, abandoning shame, O Janārdana, among gods, animals, humans, immobile and moving beings. There is no place, O Lord, where I have not gone; I have dwelt in hell and in heaven, O Lord of the world. I have been among humans, among animals, moving as if caught in a water-wheel, like a pot bound by a rope. This wheel moves upward and downward, sometimes pausing in the middle; so too am I, O best of gods, enveloped by the rope of karma. I wander below, above, and in between, driven by the power of yoga, caught in the dreadful wheel of samsara, O Romaharshana. I wander for ages, never glimpsing an end; I do not know what to do now, O Hari, for my senses are agitated. Overcome by grief and thirst, I am confused and lost; now, O Lord, I come to you, distressed, seeking refuge. Save me, O Krishna, for I am suffering and submerged in the ocean of samsara; have mercy, O Lord of the world, if you consider me your devotee. Except for you, I have no friend who will care for me; O Lord, having attained you as my protector, I have no fear anywhere. In life and in death, in prosperity and adversity, O Lord, those base men who do not worship you properly—how can there be a good destination for them, bound as they are in the cycle of worldly existence? What use to them is family, conduct, learning, or even life itself? Those in whom devotion to Keśava, the Creator of the universe, does not arise—who, deluded, revile you, having attained a demonic nature—they fall into dreadful hell, being born again and again; for them, there is no deliverance from the ocean of hell. Those wicked ones of evil conduct, lowest among men, who revile you, O Lord—wherever I am born because of my karma—may there, O Hari, always be firm devotion to you. Gods, demons, humans, and others, having worshipped you with restraint, have attained supreme perfection. Who would not worship you, O Lord, who have attained the highest perfection? Even Brahmā and the other gods, O Hari, are unable to praise you fully. How, with a human intellect, can I praise you, who are beyond nature? And yet, out of ignorance, I have praised you, O Lord. Therefore, forgive my offense, if you have compassion for me; even when an offense is committed, O Hari, the virtuous forgive. So, be gracious, Lord of gods, as I have taken refuge in devotion and affection. Whatever I have praised you with, O God, with a mind full of devotion—may all that be complete; O Vāsudeva, homage to you. Thus, when he was praised in this way, the Lord Garuḍa-bannered became pleased and granted to him, O best of sages, all that he desired in his heart. Whoever, having worshipped the Lord of the universe, praises him daily with this hymn, being wise, surely attains liberation. A learned and pure person who recites this excellent hymn at the three junctions of the day attains righteousness, wealth, desire, and liberation. Whoever recites, hears, or causes this to be heard with concentration goes to Viṣṇu’s eternal realm, freed from all sin. This hymn is blessed, sin-destroying, bestowing enjoyment and liberation, auspicious, secret, very rare, and meritorious; it should not be given to just anyone. It should never be given to an atheist, a fool, an ungrateful person, a proud one, one of wicked mind, or one who lacks devotion. It should be given only to one endowed with devotion, good conduct, a devotee of Viṣṇu, peaceful, and steadfast in faith and observance.