Guayaquil

Auspicious stars glittered in the firmament,
In anticipation of your divine descent.
And on the hallowed day on which you came,
The devotees danced and sang in ecstasy the holy name.

Your devotees are like so many grains of sand,
Benedicted by your books, and the touch of your hand,
Your words are soft but like thunder, and your character of gold,
The friend of the fallen, and the Vaisnava bold.

You alone came to maya's citadel,
And began to ring the real liberty bell,
The sleeping souls began to awaken,
And, for the first time, were spiritually shaking!

Chant! Chant! Chant! You commanded.
And everyone danced, completely enchanted.
Now "Hare Krsna" has become a household word,
And in every city His ame is heard.

No one can be our spiritual master
But you who have given the answer
To "who am I?" and life's purpose
Of being Lord Krsna's eternal servants.

You are honored all over the three worlds,
As the most confidential servitor of the Lord,
And so amidst a chorus of celestial praise,
We submit this small offering to Your Divine Grace.

Jaya Srila Prabhupada.

Your servants at Guayaquil, Ecuador