Like
the bounding stag I have sought sensual pleasures and fallen into
the lake.
I am the greatest sinner among sinners, unwilling to part with
even a grain of rice to the noisy crow.
Like
the fly buzzing about without any rest, I seek, O, Father, tell
me what to do that I may not die, and grant me Your grace to support
me.
Like the bull bearing heavy burdens, I have toiled caring the
load of my own grief.
Not
knowing anything, I have roamed like the unclean animal feeding
upon the refuse of the streets.
I am lower than the dog, which tires itself out with barking in
utter thoughtlessness.
Holy
One, what can I do to obtain Your grace to support me in my distress?
I have taken pride in regarding my darkness as light and my desire
as the great goal.
I
have wondered with the monkey of my mind in the darkness of the
jungles. Mistaking it for my kindred.
Oh,
You who dwell in the heart of Your saints, I have not the mind
to seek the great object of life.
Father,
what can I do to get Your grace? Rule me with Your grace.
I do not know the medicine, the jewel, the mantra, the knowledge,
the rule and conduct of life.
I
do not know the repentance, the power of Your grace and the path
of righteousness.
I
do not know the place where I can life the controlled life, nor
how to enter into the society of the wise, nor how to approach
the holy place where the Lord resides.
I
do not know the direction in which to go. How can I enter? Whom
can I speak to? What can I do? I know not anything.
I
have not abandoned the toils of class, creed and sect.
I have not abandoned plunging into the mire of theological wrangling.
I
do not know the beginning nor the end, nor how to abide in the
waveless sea of Your bliss.
I
have not walked in the way of holiness, nor do I know the inward
will of You who abides in the assembly of the holy ones.
How
can I enter the world of my foes? To whom can I speak?
What can I do? I know not.