Washington D.C.

O saintly sage,
of this age of iron and irritation
the news of your departure
fell upon us
like an avalanche of ice.
The razors of separation
began to cut...... and they will say
you have gone away
but still you dance
through this cancerous world
singing of "another nature. "
Still you will give eternal shelter
to the pathetic creatures of time.
Still you will enter hollow hearts
and make them full again.
Still you will direct
the spiritual derelicts
across the strange
seas of samsara.
Still you will irrigate
this arid world
with your ceaseless streams
of compassion.
Still you will. . . because you are
Srila Prabhupada,
our matrix of realization,
the destroyer of infatuation,
an absolute personality,
above maya's duality!

When they carried your holy body
through the streets of Vrndavana
thousands fell into the dust
weeping and chanting
Jaya Prabhupada! Jaya Prabhupada!'

O sinless swanlike soul
now you have taken flight...
... and behind you is a trail
of literary light,
a safe-passage
through the vicious material night,
a bridge back home
to Govinda's realms of endless delight.
Jaya Prabhupada! Jaya Prabhupada!
Jaya Prabhupada!