In Praise Of The Gita

O Bhagavad-gita, song of God,
I bow down at your feet.
Nondifferent from the Supreme Lord,
You therefore are complete.

You shower spiritual nectar
Throughout a hundred ages,
Praised by poets and by gods
And glorified by sages.

As one takes bath to cleanse himself
In water day by day,
So one who bathes in your nectar
Cleans all his sins away.

By your words alone we'll be freed
From Maya's nasty hooks,
You spring from Krsna's lotus lips,
What need of other books?

So let there be just one scripture-
The song of Devaki's son.
And let the son of Devaki be
Worshiped by everyone.

And let Sri Krsna's holy names
Be the one song to be sung,
And His transcendental service
The one work to be done.