Jayānanda Dāsa

O Srila Prabhupada, I'd sunk so low!
Such a wretched and miserable soul.
Burning up in illusions heat,
Lord Krsna bought me to Your lotus feet.

Srila Prabhupada, You're brave and strong,
Alone restoring a world gone wrong,
Boldly marching on and on,
Preaching and chanting the divine song.

O Srila Prabhupada! It's only You
Who can save this ignorant puffed up fool.
I deserve a million births in a horrible place,
But I pray eternally to Your Divine Grace.

I was no more alive than a piece of stone
Until You taught me the holy song.
By Your mercy You're accepting so many souls
And showing us all how to go back home.

All glories to You, Srila Prabhupada,
Pure soul on this planet.
Death and the grave is what we fared
Had it not been for Your Divine Grace.