Śrīla Prabhupāda wrote the following poem in February 1935, on the occasion of the Vyāsa-
pūjā celebration of his spiritual master, Śrīla Bhaktisiddhānta Sarasvatī Ṭhākura. It delighted
Śrīla Bhaktisiddhānta, especially the sixth stanza, which he felt captured the essence of his
preaching against the Māyāvādīs. After reading this poem, Śrīla Bhaktisiddhānta Sarasvatī
was especially keen that Śrīla Prabhupāda preach and write in English.
The following version of the poem was prepared from two sources: the version Śrīla
Prabhupāda included in the March 1952 edition of his Back to Godhead magazine, and the
version he wrote by hand on the back of a letter he sent Rāyarāma Dāsa on March 20, 1969.

1. Adore, adore ye all
The happy day,
Blessed than Heaven,
Sweeter than May,
When He appeared at Puri,
The holy place,
My Lord and Master,
His Divine Grace.

2. Oh! my Master,
The evangelic angel,
Give us thy light,
Light up thy candle.
Struggle for existence
A Human race,
The only hope
His Divine Grace.

3. 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.

4. Forgotten Krishna,
We fallen souls
Paying most heavy
The illusion’s toll.
Darkness around,
All untrace.
The only hope
His Divine Grace.

5. Message of service
Thou has brought,
A healthful life
As Chaitanya wrought.
Unknown to all,
It’s full of brace.
That’s your gift,
Your Divine Grace.

6. 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.

7. Had you not come,
Who had told
The message of Krishna,
Forceful and bold?
That’s your right,
You have the mace.
Save me a fallen,
Your Divine Grace.

8. 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.

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