Poem by Kirtanananda
O Savior of the Lotus Eye, I am unworthy of Thy Form Divine, Whisper but Thy Name sublime, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda.
O Savior of the Lotus Eye, I am unworthy of Thy Form Divine, Whisper but Thy Name sublime, Govinda, Govinda, Govinda.
O Prabhupada, When will flowers of my devotion bloom And be worthy to place As an offering before thee?
When will I have eyes to see you And to concentrate my attention on you? Your Divine Grace, our very lives Are dependent on your mercy.
In the Fourth Chapter of Bhagavad-gita Krsna explains two main topics to his disciple Arjuna: the first has to do with the nature and activities of the Lord, and the second has to do with the activities of the living entity.
Part One traces the activities of His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, from his landing in New York in 1965 to the end of 1969, four short years packed with transcendental events so numerous that only the most memorable are recorded.
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!