The bird of my heart does not know what past sinful activities it has committed to cause this inability to chant Hare Krsna properly.
O forest bird! I have kept something for you very carefully within the cottage of my heart – the holy name of Hari, which is overflowing with puresweet honey. O bird, you could learn the chanting of this name if you were taught.
A bird is easily able to speak all names; why then does this bird of my heart refuse to chant Hare Krsna? Oh, why does my heart not weep from chanting the holy names HareKrsna?
keno hare krsna nam hari bole mano pran kande na
