Composed by my wife (Ruci) and I
O Prabhupada how can we properly glorify you
When we can’t fully understand what you’ve given us
Nor comprehend the sacrifice you’ve made for us
Leaving your simple life at the Radha Damodhar Temple
Where you served Rupa Goswami
And prayed to him for his blessings
And then crossed the ocean
To challenge the formidable forces of the earthly elite
Who looked out from their New York sky scrapers
And fancied themselves as gods
And who seemingly had everything to offer
As their fantastic machines devoured endless resources
And rapidly spewed them out as products for our pleasure
And you, an old man at the fag end of life
Came only with your prayer beads and a trunk full of books
You, a seemingly harmless old man
But you said “if they knew what I was doing they would
kill me.”
O Prabhupada, you are like a maharatha warrior
Who can challenge tens of thousands
The struggle which you made for the conditioned souls
And the love you have shown us
Is beyond logic
It is beyond our feeble calculation
There are not enough computers in the world
To make such a calculation
We pray that we may somehow serve you
And your devotees
And please allow us to selflessly chant the holy names
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare
