Hare Kṛṣṇa Gurudeva,
Please accept my respectful obeisances at Your divine lotus feet.
All glories to Śrīla Prabhupāda.
All glories to Your Divine Grace.
My dearest Gurudeva, my only shelter—all glories to Your divine appearance day.
You appeared just to deliver all the fallen souls, and I am the most fallen, so I stand now with my empty bowl to beg for Your mercy. I don’t have any qualifications, nor do I have any sense to understand how merciful and divine You are. Yet, You have given shelter to someone as foolish as me.
Despite Your physical health being in such a condition—due to Your disciples breaking their vows—You still never stop, and I just want to beg for even a drop of the selflessness that You possess.
You are the most beautiful moon among all the stars in the sky, and You are the tallest flag rising high, as the song goes:
“We can see Prabhupāda blessing and say, ‘Oh Jayapatākā, you’re my real victory flag.’”
Please accept me, dearest Gurudeva.
I want to serve You lifetime after lifetime.
Your most fallen sheltered daughter,
Priyanshi