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FIJI

If the World Only Knew

If I climbed upon the rooftops, would the people come to know?

If I screamed from the tallest building, would they hear me below?

That the greatest living being, most dear to Lord Krsna,

has put down his cane,

And left this world no sooner than he came.

Not one soul knew where he had gone

Nor any a man what he had done.

The Vaisnava devotee's footsteps moved swiftly over our head

And the dust that fell kept the bhaktas well fed.

The Lord's mercy was manifest as Srila Prabhupada

The prolific transcendentalist churned a library on God

I ate one sloka and a taste was acquired

So sweet to the ears

That I never grew tired.

Your nectarean mercy fills our sacred Mandira

Yet selfish as I am I have refused my peer

Though he wallows in a cistern of foul-smelling pleasure

I hesitate to save him from the hell no one should endure.

Would that I had compassion upon these fallen souls

As Srila Prabhupada did grant to so many poor fools

To preach, to teach, to move out on the town

With Gita, Bhagavata and hari-nama all around.

Door-to-door, house-to-house, shop-to-shop

Sriman Mahaprabhu's sahkirtana will never stop

For wherever there is Krsna the master of all mystics,

And wherever there is Srila Prabhupada, the supreme acarya,

There will also be opulence, victory, extraordinary

power and morality.

Vasudeva dasa-GBC, and the devotees of Kaliya-Krsna