Māyāpur

Mayapur

Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Thakura

sent disciples over the sea

But his Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

Alone planted the devotional tree.

Chanting Hare Krsna, dancing, prasada,

Spreading the holy message of Gaura;

Srila Prabhupada teaches Gita, Bhagavata

without mixing in anything more.

Other so-called sadhus go abroad,

Soon to come back to their land.

A failure only earning cheap applause

Without making any permanent stand.

Jaya Prabhupada, for helping others find the way,

And weeding voidism and impersonalism from the West.

Watering and caring for our bhakti tree every day,

New life, happy day, filled ever with zest.

Fallen from the path of divine knowledge

Working hard like a dog, to enjoy like a hog,

We offer thousands of obeisances unto you, O great sage!

For purifying our vision from the fog.

Holy name sung by ecstatic mrdaṅga beat

Goes well for spreading the holy name around.

Prabhupada's devotees with books on every street,

Here's the Big mrdaṅga carrying farthest the holy sound!

Sarasvati Thakura Bhaktivinoda's footsteps mark he path,

Srila Prabhupada guides us blind men up that holy road.

Develop Mayapur, wonderful Lord Caitanya's place of birth.

Living of dying is the same when living in the spiritual abode!

Holy Bharata-varsa misdirected, lost her sight,

By Prabhupada's mercy may her culture be restored.

Last in India ashen-covered embers scatter light

Western bhaktas bring fresh to mind the Golden Lord.

The materialist is wrong is your song,

without Krsna there is no way to be right.

A sense-restricted scientist's song must be wrong,

Your Divine Grace's arguments are watertight.

ISKCON was created by Your Divine Grace

To stand united against the darkness of nescience.

We most fallen Mayapur nivasi's beg a humble place,

Eternally to serve Your Lotus Feet with awakened senses.