Madhudvisa:
- Under the shade of a jackfruit tree
- About a hundred years ago;
- In a little house near Calcutta,
- A most unlikely place I know.
- But ‘twas there that Mahaprabhu
- Would spread his name far and wide.
- Siddhanta Saraswati
- Did preach there and reside.
- A most important day it was
- In the sorry, sad world of men,
- Where millions had been killed in wars,
- Been killed and born again.
- Been born again to suffer
- In the sea of pain and strife.
- A most important day it was,
- The dawn of new life.
- Under the boughs of a jackfruit tree
- About a hundred years ago;
- In a little house near Calcutta,
- A most unlikely place I know.
- But it was from that history
- Would spread our ISKCON far and wide.
- A boy was born,
- Not quite born with Krishna on his side.
- It was he who brought
- Krishna bhakti to the West.
- To the Western world,
- which was of true religion quite divest.
- Receive this sacred knowledge
- Of the soul and God from him.
- Oh, Srila Prabhupada, you filled our hearts
- With nectar to the brim.
- Under the boughs of a jackfruit tree
- About a hundred years ago;
- In a little house near Calcutta
- Where the Ganges waves did flow.
- The day after Krishna’s birthday
- He came forth from his mother’s womb:
- The factual messiah
- Who could save us all from doom.
- Now our cup of life was empty
- And our future hope was dark and dim.
- Come Prabhupada to save us,
- Bow to him, bow to him.
- Under the boughs of a jackfruit tree
- About a hundred years ago;
- In a little house near Calcutta,
- A most unlikely place I know.
- But it was there that Mahaprabhu
- Would spread his name far and wide.
- Siddhanta Sarasvati
- Did preach there and reside.
- Srila Prabhupada ki jaya!
Separation.
Well, there is no separation.
As I speak this, now I know
That separation doth the strength
Of love connections show.
Now one who feels no separation
Did no connection get.
And one who feels deep separation
Has firm connection yet.
Now separation does not mean
To make a show of tears;
To make one’s sorrow prominent
Just to win beginners’ cheers.
Separation means to feel
Deep within your heart
That I depend on Prabhupada
And nothing shall us part.
Now we all depend on Prabhupada,
From neophyte to master.
And one who puts aside his grace
Is heading for disaster.
He is the first, he is the last,
The acharya, and the founder.
No one worked so hard as he
Or kept a standard sounder.
To the end of time he will be known
As ISKCON’s suckling mother;
His books, the nourishment of us all—
Where comes such another?
So as we’re struggling forward
We should hang upon his grace.
Brother side of brother,
Both in our humble place.
And as we are expanding
No one should forget
The heavy dues we owe to him—
Unrepayable the debt.
And then, if we’re honest,
We’ll know for sure he’s here
And will always feel secure
And free from fear.
But if we think that now he’s gone,
We will struggle on our own.
Ahhh. Dread fear and death surround—
Hey, what can you do alone?
A little karma, a little charisma,
It will all be finished in the end.
Punah mushika bhava: again become a mouse,
To ignominy condemned.
Do not think there’s aught in you
That Prabhupada does not lend.
Know this truth, depend on him,
And you will see him once again.
Srila Prabhupada ki jaya! | |
