—Baradraj

Oh my master, You are the Messenger of Peace. Heavenly angel with your causeless mercy, You are raking the turbulent black waters of the ocean of Death fishing for drowning souls lending them the firmament of your Lotus Feet. You are glorious. Lighting up the dark caverns of my mind with soothing vibrations of Your transcendental utterings, I am becoming relieved of pain. Your speeches flow out. They are cleansing my blackened dusty heart "from dust accumulated for years together."

You are pure, Prabhupad, Your Divine Grace. You are the Supreme Swan. I prostrate my afflicted self at Your fragrant Lotus Feet. Gathering all humility at my disposal, I wish to become Your humble servant. I wish to shut my eyes and let Your eyes see for me, for You are only seeing Krishna; Your ears are drinking the nectar of His Sweet Flute, Your tongue is always tasting the sweetness of His Name; Your feet are walking in His pastures. You are the Ark of eternal life. You are Lover of Krishna. Therefore do I offer unto You my humble obeisances. Oh Prabhupad, I am a worm trying to curl around the little toe of Your lotus feet. What can a worm do? Yet You are calling me a servant. My clumsy eulogizing only distracts others from perceiving YOUR GLORY!

-Baradraj
(ISKCON-Montreal)