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You were with Krsna and He sent you,

To a world of death, where chewing the chewed

Is the goal, and gratifying the senses

It the "Golden Rule."

Now Srila Prabhupada has descended,

With Caitanya's mercy we are benedicted

Aratrika: I offer my body at your lotus feet,

With incense and burning camphor sweet,

With ghee lamp burning, I offer to your ankles my mind,

And with scented rose water, I offer my words to your knees and thighs.

I offer my life and soul with soft silk and flowers to your waist,

Fan your chest, and wave the camara to your face.

The taste of Goloka is in your smile,

And in your books remnants of love,

O SO, your mercy is all I'm made of.

Hari dasa brahmacari / Hari carana dasa brahmacari / All the assembled devotees