Stokakṛṣṇa Dāsa

Lost and bewildered,
Unhappy, forlorn,
Hearts heavy with grief,
Anger, scorn,
But He came to us
to show the cure.
Chant Hare Krsna,
Be happy, be pure.

All glories to Prabhupada,
His mercy un-asked.
We, in delusion,
Find real life at last.
Life without Krsna,
Degenerate, fallen,
Because of Prabhupada,
Benediction for all.

How can we, the fortunate,
Show our love for Him
Who gave such a gift
To us full if sin?
Service, surrender,
This we must do.
Ever increasing, that is the cure.

Approach Krsna through service;
It's the only way.
Without Prabhupada's guidance,
Our path be not swayed.
Our lives we give willingly;
For more service we pray.
All glories to Prabhupada,
His Divine Grace.