Śrīman Patita Uddharana Dāsa

You are God's most priceless angelic gift to us;
You came as a penniless sage;
You carried with you Krsna's formula for the dawn of the golden Age.
The passengers of the ship you sailed upon
hardly recognized the pearl.
Of a paramahamsa mendicant destined to give shelter to the world.

Blossoming are the Vaikuntha trees
as their leaves play in the wind.
O as an orchard of saffron goodness
you moved gently across our land.
Your Hare Krsna mantra seeds have put
prosperity of sacrifice into the air.
They're sprouting as creepers of the awareness
of Lord Krsnas mercy everywhere.

Transcendental do your lotus eyes open,
as a lotus flower unfolds,
Strong your countenance like the Himalayas:
heavy truthful, bold.
Your story-telling is like Sri Yamuna,
Rich the flavor of each one
reserved for your pure devotees tastes.

Bright your fiery smile
effulgent like the sun-gods radiance,
And Vivasvan seeks out the Sumeru
I beg you let me live within your glance
The nectar of surabhi cows
cannot be purer than the moonbeams of your eyes.
Your triumphant devotees express their love for you
together in one word of victory, ''Jaya."

Wonderful your books just like the sudarsana
which make maya's agents turn
Like lighting your pen so inspired,
the child or elder learns
Of the Supreme Personality As He Is,
and of the shelter of His feet.
You are His all-merciful representative,
Your Divine Grace our only need.

Ecstatic emanations of thee are sweeter still
than the fine-petaled gardenias scent.
Your teachings of pure devotion
are for tomorrows paramahamsas meant
may millions take shelter of your feet
like the bees on the ratha-yatra car
for you are the only source of honey
found in twisted world bizarre.

Aloof you stand from the bodily demands
you head held high, erect.
By the strength of your devotion
Lord Caitanya's movement you protect
Effulgent are the thousand suns
bursting within your heart.
Very dear you are to the faithful
who from your path can never part.

Saintly and delicate your emotions of waves of bliss
rove your soul entranced
And in your golden, lotus footsteps
aspirants of bhakti become anxious to dance
Lively just like the particles of dust
in a vagabond mass of wind.
Which swirls, circles, grows tired and stills
then rises eagerly to dance again.

More gentle and full than the Mother's
is your heartbeat of bliss.
The orphans you have nursed to life
bow down their heads in thankfulness.
Dry, then, like a walnut was my heart,
filled with vipers of desire.
Now my heart has begun to open like a lotus,
purified by Krsna conscious fire.

Yes, fully you are meant for worship,
but especially, Sir, your feet
In acceptance of my shelter there
does my life become complete.
Master you are of my spirit
this eternal truth be always so.
Just tell me where you think it best for me
and to that place I'll go.

In the light of knowledge I've stayed in darkness,
but by your mercy I will learn
Spirit is revealed unto man who,
from his senses to God has turned.
Of nothing I am qualified to speak, but I can assure you this:
Unto every soul I meet ever I will declare
the holy name vibrates Vaikuntha bliss.

I beg you accept these shallow slokas,
how inadequate they praise thee.
I pray of course that your glories
spoken here are sung most properly.
May these poetic verses of Sri Patita
speak well of thee, O Prabhupada,
And may they assist whoever reads them
to taste a drop of nectar of love of God.