Trevor

O Srila Prabhupada, you are like the most beautiful flower attracting the honeybees; we the ignorant fallen souls are the honeybees; attracted to your most effulgent self, giving to us the pure nectar that you have gathered from the transcendental lotus feet of the Supreme Lord Krsna.

Giving us guidance on our way back home to Krsna, of who we should be in remembrance, but in our stupidness are always forgetful of, desiring all other things, when He is always the only thing we should be desirous of besides your most inexhaustible mercy and beneficent instructions.

You are the glorious sun that spreads the light on the path we tread, so dark without Your Divine Grace.

I am like a little child shut inside a dark room, and you have come along and opened the door, and the sunlight is shining in, oh so glorious, but in my foolishness I still sit in the corner where it is still rather shady.

Even if I sat down for a million lifetimes and more, could I ever describe in my ignorant and foolish words your most indescribable opulence?

I beg always to hear your divine instructions, pure in every way, and being a most confidential servant of Lord Krsna, my master you must stay.

Your servant,

Trevor

(ISKCON London)