Kindly awake me,
from my coma of kama,
kindly awake me,
to understand Thy drama.

Krishna consciousness,
is the Kingdom of God,
brought to this place,
by Thy Servant Prabhupada.

Pure souls like Him,
just love eternal light,
for pure souls like Him,
have You in their sight.

Unlike the demons,
who just lust for the dark,
and all that is wrong,
and pains Thy pure heart.

O Krishna,
even Vrindavana's trees,
remind me of Thy form,
winding with such ease.

This land of Vrindavana,
even stuns this demon's heart,
with ecstatic love for You,
dear Krishna, beyond dark.

When Vrindavana draws my mind,
to stay in Her embrace,
how sinful am I,
to want to leave this place?

This land of Vrindavana,
is Thy ecstatic hearts throbbing,
with purest beauty all around,
with only all auspicious sounds,

of sweetest chirping birds,
like greatest sage's words,
cleansing this filthy heart,
to know my spiritual spark.

Wake me to Thy call,
Thy Servant's love enthralled,
braking through Maya's wall,
just to wake one and all,

to Thy glories Krishna,
pervading here and beyond,
saturating all existence,
is but Thy love, O Bhagavana.

But for Thy Faithful,
all is left unknown,
for poverty stricken souls,
to all eternally glowing.

Thy eternal emanations,
beyond Thy material creations,
but forget themselves and all,
once defying Thy call.

The call alone Thine,
O One Unlimited Kind,
all rest on only You,
alone, nothing we do.

Make Thy Will mine,
shake me from the blind,
take Thy eternal servant,
away from his dulled mind.

Fill my heart with Thy Form,
most beautifully adorned,
with beauty increasing forever,
spiritual, undieing and unborn.


Thy own personal beauty,
allures the pure to their duty,
most ecstatic service to You,
O Bluish player on Thy Flute.

Most unfortunate are those,
Thy wonder is not disclosed,
drowning in this world of woes,
unconscious of Thy Lotus Toes.

All of You is lotus like,
blooming forever more brilliant,
indeed You are ever fresh,
as You are eternally resilient.

Thy beauty is an unlimited ocean,
Thy souls like fish are meant to swim,
deeper and deeper within,
where nothing is ending nor did begin.

But now by passing reflections,
we are bewildered and nothing more,
because their source is so magnificent,
even it's shadows we helplessly adore.

Only by mercy beyond our puny minds,
can we grasp our eternal and divine,
Lord and His transcendental pastimes,
and for what our souls were designed.

This mercy is what Prabhupada brings,
right from, Krishna, our Lord Supreme,
He alone can wake us from our dreams,
when finally we wish to know what all means.

Why are we here,
and where shall we go,
by the power of maya,
we don't wish to know.

And when God's servant doth appear,
we're shook awake to be sincere,
right through His books he has the power,
to enter our hearts like a lotus flower,

and make us smell the fragrance,
of the home from which we came,
and hear again those Names,
that simply sets our heart aflame,

to leave all ignorance,
and know what our position is,
and exactly just Who Krishna is,
and stop our nonsense frivolous.

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare

MY ONLY DESIRE IS TO POINT PEOPLE TO PRABHUPADA'S LOTUS FEET.

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