Satyabrata Dāsa

Insignificant worm I am,
To begin to speak of one
so high-Prabhupada!
Lover of God, Krsna is blue,
Lover of God, yes, that is
you-Prabhupada!
You say to repeat His holy name,
Sing His glory
and chant His fame,
And to this best love will come
And melt this laden heart
so burdensome-Prabhupada!
Your mercy alone can pull me away
from these dreadful claws of
material stay.
Birth and death is Maya's song,
Misery to suffer, No! this
tune is wrong!
Save me! Save me!
This I pray.
O Prabhupada!
You're the only way!
Perfection of life, so sublime,
Is to render you service
pure an sublime-Prabhupada!
Again and again, just let me lie
prostrate at the lotus-like feet
of my beloved Guru Maharaja-Prabhupada!