Offering to Srila Prabhupada for the year 1969
To The Spiritual Master
We shall work to serve You dear
Be in Your sunlight always near
And in Your rainfall always hear
Hare Krishna in our ear
Oh Swami, You are so beautiful,
So perfect, great, and just,
So nice and Oh so wonderful
To come to souls like us.
And so I love the Lord,
Because You, so great, do love Him
And this life which I am wont to hoard,
Let me spend in His Kingdom.
Krishna loves You, Swamiji,
And so must I love in return
Him the Source of all that be,
All love, all truth, and all we learn.
At night I always think of You while going to take rest
And in the morning wake to think upon you even more
In between I dream of You, Who are the very best
Whose every move I relish and whose person I adore.
Like fresh youth obsessed with young maiden
I think on your scent of rose crops
On your skin of sunlit heaven
On your voice of honey raindrops
That enters in my earthen ears
And absorbs my wretched mind
Into a pool of such deep tears
I fall and think I’ll never find
My balance. Oh Prabhupad,
You are guiding me truly back,
Back Home and back to God.
And I am following, just like the sack
Of bones I think I am. Heart
And soul You move in me because I love you so
And never would I find myself apart
From That where You would go.
Let me serve and be with you—
In separation all is bliss—
And let me further love You too—
Who can imagine such as this?
You awaken our dormant love of God,
For loving You we have no choice
But love Your Master, Prabhupad,
And sing aloud with simple voice:
Hare Krishna! The Holy Name
In praise of Him so good and kind
To send You dear of mercy fame
To love and make our life sublime.