Tho’ I wait days, months, years

Tho' I wait days, months, years
For the moment when
My worthless eyes rest upon
Your divine face,
What will it matter?
For thou has given me shelter;
Thou has led me from
the darkest regions of nescience
By example
To surrender to the enchanting Lord.

O Prabhupada,
When will flowers of my devotion bloom
And be worthy to place
As an offering before thee?
I prepare for thy coming,
Chanting the holy name.

Ridding my mind of adulterated waste,
With zealous heart I shall say the name
Till it captivates my wandering consciousness.
In the silence of the temple I sit and chant,
Yearning for the sight of your holy face,
My only solace the name.