—Bhurijana

Janmani Janmani I want Your Grace
Of service to the Human race.
Dearest Prabhupad, what can we give
To You who taught us how to live.

Without God we're dead, and nothing more.
We're forced to shop in Maya's store.
Our freedom's nil-there's no way out! .…
You've caused a seed of Prem to sprout.

This seed within my heart You've sown
It will not stop until it's grown
To the LORD SRI KRISHNA Whom it will greet
And nestle, sheltered by His Lotus Feet.

You've made simple, easy, plain,
The method used to remove the pain
Of Birth, death, old age and disease.
Please accept my obeisances, Prabhupad, please.

Maha mantra is the way
For self realization in this day.
Begone! Envy, lust, anger, and despair.
You've cleansed my mind of Maya's lair.

The Devotional Moon, Your Grace has shone on me,
It's Light, Chaitanya Mahaprabhu-has let me see
That, yes, God is Great and all in all…
But KRISHNA'S BLUE AND SIX FEET TALL!

So Prabhupada, I beg and ask and beg again
To let my service never end;
Of Krishna's Glories let me sing;
And to Your doti let me cling.