The tree of my life.

I came to worship Krishna, but maya caught me, bound me up, and I became like a tree. In the form of a wood-boring insect, a woman entered my heart. In the form of fruits; sons and daughters grew on my branches. In the form of a bird, time made its nest. This tree gradually dried up. Then the forest fire of birth and death came. Wicked desire and false hope were 2 streams of smoke that arose. I called out, “I am dying! “Please, O Vaisnava gosai! Shower the water of your mercy on me and save me!”