—Devananda

On this auspicious day we seek to praise and glorify our beloved Spiritual Master the Cynosure of our humble lives Who is praised and glorified even by Krishna Himself. How is it possible for us to describe such a one. He is the subject of transcendental love and bestower of such ripening love upon all the worlds of sentients as the glowing sun. He is the symbol of purity and the acme of compassion. He stands as the Vedic Tree and delivers the fruit of Love of Krishna. He is the promise of Lord Chaitanya to overflood the world with Krishna's Names enchanting. He is the Spiritual Messenger, the Lord's Angel of Mercy, the sweet harbinger and bringer of the Lord's Own Flute Song charming all souls to the Lotus Land of Brajadhama, Krishna's Own Who knows His Mind. This Cowherd of Goloka is expert in extracting milk of heart's pure desire. O' How He works such arts as these! He spreads the rays of the Benediction Moon, Lord Chaitanya, as the follower of the Goswamins and with the rains of His Mercy swells the springs of innumerable streams to increase the ocean of transcendental bliss.

He is the savior of all, the incomparable leader whose sweet will is only to free our fallen selves from the felon clutch of the Maya witch. He has banished the reign of impersonalist despair and established the Undenyable All Blissful Three-curved Krishna upon the throne of our minds. Who can compeer with Him. In the three worlds He is unsurpassed and most excellent. He has devoured the life of the atheists outright with the sharp teeth of transcendental knowledge, healed all wounds and bestowed life with the eternal balm of His smile and with His tongue He has licked open the eyes of the devotees. He is, the representative of Krishna's lips resonant with intoxicating flavors of nectarean song.

O' wonder! He has sown and caused to grow the creeper of love from this stone and barren field. I offer my most humble obeisances unto my Spiritual Master Who is the dear most confidential friend of Sri Sri Radha Krishna our Soul of souls. May He ever seal His feet in the open lotus of our heart of hearts.

-Devananda
(New Vrindaban)