Baltimore

nama om visnu-padaya krsna-presthaya bhū-tale
srimate bhaktivedanta-svamin iti namine

namas te sarasvate deve gaura-vani-pracarine
nirvisesa-sūnyavadi-pascatya-desa-tarine

Dear Srila Prabhupada,

Please accept our most fallen, worthless obeisances in the dust of your lotus feet. You are the most glorious personality and you are the savior of the entire world. From your lotus mouth showers the transcendental rain of Lord Caitanya's pastimes of mercy, which destroys all the ignorance of this material world.

When this nectar mixes with the flood of devotional service, emanating just like moonbeams from your lotus feet, an ocean of Krsna prema surges forth. Every place that Your Divine Grace's lotus feet set down unlock the floodgate of this love of Krsna, and all the living entities there become drowned in the holy name of the Lord. Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare / Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.

We fall at your feet again and again. You are the supreme friend of everyone and you are the acarya of the three worlds.

We are lowly, filthy, rotten and the most contaminated entities, and you, dear Srila Prabhupada, are the only hope for such weak-willed and evil-hearted souls as us. We are madly engaged in chewing the chewed and sinking deeper and deeper into the hell of material life, completely and grossly covered with illusion.

You are so kind, tolerant, expert and merciful that you are repeatedly saving us again and again from the burning stench of this illusion.

All glories to you, Srila Prabhupada. Your golden face is just like the rising sun, and from your golden heart emanates the moonlight of compassion. When your golden lotus lips narrate the ripened fruit and essence of transcendental knowledge, you open our eyes and hearts to the eternal beauty and bliss of Krsna consciousness.

We are now afraid of this material world. We don't want to take birth here anymore and work hard like an ass, foaming at the mouth, full of frustration and anxiety, and always being defeated by death: pa, pha. ba, bha, ma.

All this just to chew the chewed.

You are our only shelter and you have so mercifully saved us from this eternal hell.

You have given us the chance to be eternally young, blissful, and full of knowledge, just as you are. All fear of life is gone when we remember Your Divine Grace. When we chant Hare Krsna we feel ourselves to be the most fortunate people in the universe.

Srila Prabhupada, being your insignificant servant is better than any other position in the three worlds. We can never repay you, Srila Prabhupada, nor do we even want that day to ever come that we are not eternally indebted to you. Our prayer is that the full meaning and purpose of our human form of life, which you have causelessly unveiled to us, be fulfilled with Your Divine Grace.

Let us remain forever as your tiny servants, and Your Divine Grace our spotless and pure spiritual master. Keep us forever as dust under your lotus feet.

Your eternal servants at ISKCON Baltimore

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