Oh Prabhupada, Protector of the most fallen, whose great heart beats to the rhythm Hare
Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare, Hare
Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare. Whose nectarine smile raises high our eyebrows of affection milking us dry with tears of love.