Two Poems by Bhaktivinode Thakur

He reasons ill who says that Vaishnavas die When thou art living still in Sound! The Vaishnavas die to live and living try To spread the holy life around!
He reasons ill who says that Vaishnavas die When thou art living still in Sound! The Vaishnavas die to live and living try To spread the holy life around!
Adore adore ye all, The happy day. Blessed than Heaven, Sweeter than May. When He appeared at Puri, The holy place, My Lord and Master His Divine Grace.
Jai, Jai Jai! Your energy feels like perfect honey flowing fresh into crimson castles. Higher, higher, we rise up only to greet You, Gopala—sweet beautiful cowherd boy blue.
Their castles built today should turn to dust As all within this world of matter must. With bitter sorrow torturing their mind, At death they’ll have to leave their loves behind.
Time will tell the world that never has there been and never will there be One who gave as much as you To set all jivas free. Time will carve your image in the hearts of generations; it was you who gave the answers How to free ourselves from death As the Lord’s eternal dancers.
Srila Prabhupada, We haven’t met . . . yet, Or at least not on this plane, For you have gone on to be with Krsna. I remain yet in illusion.
We are servants sitting in the court of the Supreme. We are here! Jagganath is worshippable Krishna—and we are here! All Glories to Jagganath’s kindness! All Glories to our Spiritual Master, whose mercy has placed us at Your Lotus Feet, liberated and joyful!
If you practice in dream that you are chanting Hare Krishna you are dancing in the temple you are seeing Lord Jagganath you are seeing Krishna you are talking with Swamiji or your friends, it is simply practice.
The neophyte devotee has no capacity to approach the Absolute Personality of Godhead. By submissively serving the bona fide spiritual master who is a bridge between the Lord and the neophyte, he is automatically fixed up into the transcendental service of the Lord.
O Dear Gopis! O purest of the Pure So dear to Krishna, Who can help you look for Him, When suddenly He leaves The Sacred Rasa Dance, Black Cloud adorned with lightning, Disappearing in the dark Tangled wood.
This Lord Krishna Blackish, plump Standing on the shoulders of His pals, His two hands around the covered bowl of butter hanging on ropes from the ceiling, has stolen my understanding.
Have I ever smelled the air so pure as on this night? So clear, so soft, so fragrant… Ah, but I must wash some dishes for Krishna… In that small task all the wonders of this night are revealed to me. I am so fortunate to be washing Krishna’s dishes…
I offer my respects unto the Lotus Feet of my Spiritual Master, Who is Always thinking of what He can Do in service of His Dearmost Friend Krishna and never wanting Anything in return.
When we go chanting Hare Krishna outdoors, under the blue sky, with drums and cymbals through the streets, who can measure the essence of that?
Swamiji says You always wear A peacock feather In Thy Hair And that Thy Feet And colored red And leave a lotus Where’er You tread
When we were chanting Hare Krishna My pleasure was so great I was afraid lest I be swept to heaven and given a chariot ride down the length of the rainbow.
The most sublime opportunity You’ve given to us, the fallen souls To quit this material connection And accept our eternal roles.
Arriving at the ocean shoreline, They offered the Purusa-sukta prayer. No response from Ksirodakasayi-Visnu Caused Brahma to sit in meditation there.
This second part is addressed to Jagannatha Svami (literally, “Lord of the Universe”), the Supreme Lord Krsna as He specifically appears in the Deity manifestation carved hundreds of years ago by Visvakarma, the sculptor incarnation.
In the Seventh through the Twelfth chapters Krsna gives an elaborate description of the Supreme Personality Himself, His nature and manifestations.