Jagat Nṛsiṁa Guru

O eternal ray of Krsna, O thou messenger of Govinda's flute,
Thy blessed countenance I did recall when once I walked a wayward route.
Effulgent was thy personage, thou did beg I seek my Lord
So the asuras within my heart could breathe their last by the mercy of His sword.
Prabhupada has told us thou art an evangelic angel Krsna sent
He told us as a surrendered soul he is thine serving instrument.
As electric current, Krsna's blessing flows through the heart of devotee pure,
And in the following of your most blessed footprints all glories are found for sure.
Durga's jailhouse tower of void is now lying crumbled in the dust,
Now open wide Vaikuntha's gate, and dovetailed is our lust.
Your touchstone fingers have picked us up to protect us with your might,
And in the presence of your brilliance vanished now despair of night.
Secure thou were in knowledge that the great chain must stay unbroken:
Thus you ordered this sublime tradition spread to where the English tongue is spoken.
In the woods of New Vrndavana Prabhupada said Krsna sent him here,
Though thanklessly-I yearn to bathe thy feet with my ungrateful tears.
Just as a fish spends its time eating waste up from the ocean floor,
Any remnant of prasadam your devotee leaves behind is mine in glory to devour.
This aquatic bathes in nectar now, while poison was my wash before;
Each grain of dust your foot has touched is nectarine and I your omnivore.
As the grandfather showers his mercy upon the gurgling babe
With more mercy than the parent I beg you bless me in that way.
But my lord and master Prabhupada desires sons who see tapasya in each test;
Therefore within his holy lotus heart your dream of world sahkirtana may rest.
The hypocrisy of Kali yuga the American Vaisnavas do deplore;
Sahkirtana its mighty cure more fierce than Lord Nrsimha's roar!
Eyes that pierce can see your grand swan's bliss is as sweet as lotus flowers,
And your miracle of Krsna consciousness surpasses Brahma's powers.
O master of my master, O modern Sukadeva,
Thy sweet will alone our shelter be from Yamaraj's fiery grave.
Just as all the rivers of the world do serve the ocean blue,
So all pious men of Kali yuga shall do service unto you.
Never must I think I am surrendered servant of the feet of your Divine Grace;
Prabhupada alone serves thy feet for the deliverance of the human race.
He is the surrendered soul of Krsna's swan, he the pure devotee
Because Prabhupada loves Sri Jagat Guru, and thus spoke he: "Gurudev loves me."
Heaven's damsels I may be offered or the liberation of soma-rasa,
But I would fall from these senseless ventures believing all I thought mine lost;
I would suffer flaws and then reactions but I'd never suffer worse
If somehow from you I were removed, O uplifter of the universe!
Sac-cid-ananda-vigraha is written clearly upon thy face,
And millions offer homage unto the lotus feet of your most holy grace.
Grandfather thou art of a generation of righteous saints and kings
Who likewise will teach others of the power your greatest disciple brings.