ISKCON—Tuscon

All Glories to you, Srila Prabhupada.
By your holy mercy
You've touched our crippled hearts.
O Eternal Father,
our words are too shallow to even
begin to glorify you.
If only I could prostrate myself at your feet and
burst into tears of surrender.
Appreciating your causeless compassion,
Thousands of lost ones are being pulled
from the material vomit
Into the infinite ocean of devotional nectar
that rolls down your cheeks.

Prabhupada gave us water,
And it tastes of Krsna.
Prabhupada bade us look at the moon,
And it shines Krsna.
Prabhupada leads us dancing,
And our feet wear wings.
Prabhupada bade us eat,
And Krsna is the grain.
Prabhupada sends us everywhere
With Krsna on our lips.
Prabhupada has named us,
And so we have been born.
Can we repay this with simple flowers?
Or rosewater at your feet?
Krsna could not repay the gopis' love.
We must also claim our inability
To repay the love
That keeps you in this world
For our sake.
All glories to Srila Prabhupada,
a pure devotee of Sri Krsna,