ISKCON—Berkeley

You are the only acarya now,
The saviour of the conditioned soul
At Your lotus feet we bow,
To please You our only goal,

We hope that we may be number twelve,
Though in offenses we do abound.
Into Your ocean of mercy we delve
To spread the holy sound.

To follow Your order with no offense
This is our only dream.
Then Your mission will be a success,
Defeating maya's scheme.

Your gift to us the holy name
Heard from Your lotus lips;
The grip of maya You can tame
With merely Your fingertips.

In Your books You put
Your heart, Your knowledge has no bounds,
In hopes from maya we will part
You vibrate these holy sounds.