Had you not been there
I would have been a tree
Without even a root
Nowhere to put my foot
Brought out the Chariot
Letting all pull the lariat
Of the great Lord God
With thousands cheer and laud
To know you gave books
Filled not just with words
But with powerful message
And the ultimate knowledge
Your wisdom has flooded
At large, the barren world
My senses too small
To take and hold it full.
That which taken as well,
To practice, I am unable!
Prabhupad, unto you my Master,
I bow down and surrender.
Selfless soul
