Forty years ago, a disciple of Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Thakura composed a poem in honor of the appearance of his spiritual master. Srila Bhaktisiddhanta greatly appreciated this simple expression of reverence and love. The disciple, Abhay Charan Das, was to become His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, founder-acarya of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness.
Adore adore ye all
The happy day,
Blessed than heaven,
Sweeter than May,
When He appeared at Puri,
His Divine Grace.
Oh! My Master,
The evangelic angel,
Give us Thy light,
Light up They candle.
Struggle for existence
A human race
The only hope
His Divine Grace
Misled, we are
All going astray.
Save us, Lord,
Our fervent pray.
Wonder Thy ways
To turn our face,
Adore Thy feet,
Your Divine Grace
Forgotten Krsna,
We fallen souls
Pay most heavy
The illusion's toll.
Darkness around
All untrace,
The only hope,
His Divine Grace.
Message of service
Thou hast brought,
A healthful life
As Caitanya wrought.
Unknown to all,
It's full of brace.
That's your gift,
Your Divine Grace
Absolute is sentient
Thou hast proved,
Impersonal calamity
Thou hast removed.
This gives us a life
Anew and fresh.
Worship thy feet,
Your Divine Grace.
Had you not come,
Who had told
The message of Krsna,
Forceful and bold?
That's your right,
You have the mace.
Save me, a fallen,
Your Divine Grace.
The line of service
As drawn by you
Is pleasing and healthy,
Like morning dew.
The oldest of all,
But in new dress
Miracle done,
Your Divine Grace.