by His Grace Kalakantha dasa
O Srila Prabhupad, Lord Nityananda's sharpest tool,
today, Jagai and Madhai aren't exceptions, they're the rule.
You are that sena-pati-bhakta forecast to appear.
In this world, to Sri Nitai, how could someone be more dear?
Mridangas, kartals, hari-nama and books in endless streams;
Gauranga's mighty weapons in His sankirtan regime.
You launched this sacred arsenal throughout our sorry sphere.
In this world, to Gauranga, how could someone be more dear?
The taste of Radha's love for Krishna prompts Gauranga's form,
a taste you knew could also make the troubled heart transform.
"Seek out Sri Radha's grace," you urged, en route to Boston's pier.
In this world, to Sri Radha, how could someone be more dear?
"Do not disturb the ignorant," sings Krishna in His song;
"their love for sense enjoyment is exceptionally strong."
And yet, for Him, you came to me and boldly interfered.
In this world, to Lord Krishna, how could someone be more dear?
When Radha and her friends pulled Krishna in His stunning cart,
the Rathayatra fest began, a boon to every heart.
You blessed a hundred cities with its blissful atmosphere.
In this world, to Lord Jagannath, could someone be more dear?
When one attacks illusion such as you did, Prabhupad,
he surely will be tested as severely as Prahlad.
You thus left us the Deity who mitigates all fear.
In this world, to Nrsimhadev, could someone be more dear?
The fearless Srila Sarasvati urged his sons to preach,
but ev'ry town and village seemed impossible to reach
until you smashed the barricade and laid the pathway clear.
In this world, to your guru, how could someone be more dear?
Though Jesus said to 'Love thy Lord,' his order was obscured;
the Buddha and the Prophet, too, find chaos masks their words.
But you left us your lawbooks with a message crystal clear.
In this world, to your follower, could someone be more dear?
Despite its faulty rhythm, tortured rhymes and worn-out plan,
a certain fallen poet sings, as sweetly as he can,
this praise of Srila Prabhupad, a subject so sublime
that anyone who listens savors krishna prem in time.
Puja Offering to Srila Prabhupada
man from a lotus land
the land where the sweet Yamuna flows
lotus world you left, some say,
a lotus flower takes time to bloom,
lotus temples attracted souls of bee nature,
I wonder which pain was worse,
love is blind, why do I still see Maya's face?
and union, the seasons change,
SRILA PRABHUPADA IN
The springtime of his life was spent
in blossoming enlightenment.
In summer he became mature,
in holy service strong and pure.
He left his children and his wife
to share the autumn of his life.
His harvest was of spiritual truth
accepted by the Western youth.
He left us here one autumn night,
his body died, his soul took flight.
Why wait for winter's ice and snow?
The autumn is the time to go.
The leaves turn gold, and ruby red--
a flitting tribute for the dead.
For, living still, the dead can see
our sorry plight and set us free.
SRILA PRABHUPADA HAIKU
Golden swan gliding
He sees my lost soul
Shaved skull, orange sheet
My life continues
O Humble Servant
by His Grace Gokulananda dasa
can shallow hearts begin to understand
the beauty of God's true servants
who only live to serve His perfect will
the Golden Lord's desire is theirs
to carry forth His precious gifts
in their trusted hands
to bring down into the world of sorrow
the bounty of divine grace
and start anew His Golden Age
of pure love and brotherhood for all
from among Mahaprabhu's worthy messengers
the humble servant of His servants
Abhay Charan, His fearless acolyte
has been sent to show the world
the power and beauty of divine love
with all its glories and miracles
to give mankind a new beginning
towards God's eternal loving service
His humble servant does carry
from on high the flood of mercy
to extinguish our fiery affliction
Karunavatar's ceaseless downpour of true nectar
to fill our weary hearts with hope
that our heavy struggles
will soon meet their end
so that we can again attain
the hidden gates within our hearts
where purest love stirs up again
upon receiving the divine call
from His humble servant's luminous words
holding high the torch of knowledge
the great light of divya-jnana
to help reveal the inner course
beyond the labyrinth of doubts
towards unseen worlds of selfless love
where the Lord shares His sweet splendour
and loving pastimes of purest delight
His humble servant has labored with love
to build the bridges of bhakti
which alone can help us all
cross beyond this world of ruin
and progress towards life's perfection
embodied before our searching eyes
in your majestic meekness
with unshakable determination
spreading the Lord's glories
to light up the invading darkness
with Krishna's name and fame
O humble servant we pray to thee
that we may take to heart your gifts
of sweet surrender to God's will
and hold on tight to your sure hand
which can take us back to Him
Who alone can fulfill
our heart's endless search
for His pure love
which abundantly flows fom you
His true humble servant.
by Lavanya-mangala-devi dasi
In New York it all began,
as your special mercy sprinkled throughout this land.
Chanting before your munificent murti...
...you exceed all definitions of ecstasy!
My attention transfixed by your awesome magnanimity,
watching the life airs flow through your transcendent humanity;
my life airs are contingent upon your sweet impartiality.
I am loving you and you are loving me
in this precious exchange of Krishna Bhakti.
You offer these precious flowers from your desire tree,
you extend these rare fruits to your nectar collector bees...
...these bittersweet druplets of sacrifice endured on behalf of your devotees...
Prabhupada, I never realized the extent of suffering
you tolerated within this Mrtyu-loka sea.
All the tears I've cried equal but a drop from your waters of charity.
Only a pure soul as you could withstand such intense austerity.
The honeyloka of the Holy Name is concentrated
in the confidential folds of your prema manjaris.
My senses are trembling to comprehend
the tribulations you are revealing to me...
The topmost cream of Lord Hari is swirling into
crystalline encrusted particles of separation from the Proprietor of All that Be.
Is it madness or do I perceive symptoms of sadness
streaming from your divine personality?
How can an insignificant jiva like me fathom
the nectar blossoms from your gardens of spirituality?
Meditation on those who reside in the hive of your heart
consolidates ambrosia into taffy for the masses...
To comprehend the dedication of those who offer rock sugar candy
necklaces unto thee is drenching my consciousness in waves of incredulity.
Prabhupada, please forever churn me in your mead of love for Gaurahari!
2011 Vyasa Puja
we celebrated the birth of your Lord
Poem to Prabhupada
by His Grace Drutakarma dasa
servant of God
awaken the bliss
that I miss
servant of God
sing His name
spread His fame
give His grace
in every place
servant of God
enter my heart
make me a part
of God's family
servant of God
give His love
to every soul
make us whole
servant of God
bring me back
on the track
where I belong
after so long
servant of God
PRABHUPADA I AM YOURS
Prabhupada I am yours,
mercy is what I am made of,
servant of Srimati Radharani,
stay most close to me,
I'm bereft of sadhu sanga,
kindly guide the way,
must bless this earth
mother of all knowledge,
bring loving tears
home is only invisible
said all was in thy books
the sharpest sword,
Krishna Hare Krishna
thy picture destroys ignorance
you are the guru of the universe,
Lord Gaura's movement
with Him are His dancing devotees,
our very Nama Acarya,
Lord Gaura was crying,
Lord Gaura preached to every man,
very greatest fortune
so our greatest misfortune
so, Srila Prabhupada,
dearest friend to all,
take me by thy hand,