Just at the end of night, when all is still
And hung with blindness, breeding dark decay,
The sun, with rays of cleansing, living light
Moves forth on the horizon, and brings day;
So an Acharya comes, bearing the light
Of love of God, the clearest beams of all.
He is our Shelter from the eyeless night
Of nescience, and we know we shall not fall.
If we but keep His teachings in our hearts
We shall love Krishna by this one life's end,
The Master's order is our life and soul
For He is Krishna's confidential Friend.
I therefore offer this most humble prayer
That Srila Prabhupad make my faith strong;
He is the sun; illuminating all:
Go back to Godhead back where you belong!