I am the most wretched soul.
Having wandered from the Lord's abode I hanker for what I cannot know and certainly it shows.

The epitomy of enmity, within my heart burns lust and greed.
When will I be freed, Oh Lord when will I be freed?

But look here fast approaching. Could it be? You must be joking.

No it is, it is. I see. Vaishnava Thakur has come to save me.

Thank you, thank you my dear friend. For this wound that you did mend. I shall remain until the end your indebtor and devotee.

Thank you again more and more, falling flat apon the floor. I beg to offer a million crore of respects to the servant of the Lord.

For this debt I can't repay, for your showing me the way, unto the world I boldly say: All glories to Vyasa Puja day!