Dear Guru Mahārāja,
My Dear Spiritual Father,
Please accept my humble obeisances! All glories to Śrīla Prabhupāda! All glories to the dust of your lotus feet!
There is a well-known verse in the Eight Canto, when I read it, I always think about you, and when I see you, I always think about this verse.
tapyante loka-tāpena sādhavaḥ prāyaśo janāḥ
paramārādhanaṁ tad dhi puruṣasyākhilātmanaḥ
It is said that great personalities almost always accept voluntary suffering because of the suffering of people in general. This is considered the highest method of worshiping the Supreme Personality of Godhead, who is present in everyone’s heart.
Dear Guru Mahārāja, by giving us dīkṣā, and by that the cooling shelter of your lotus feet, you voluntary accepted the unlimited bad karma what we have collected from time immemorial, during our infinite lifetimes. And because you have so many disciples, it is a heavy-heavy burden. No one can imagine what are you going through. It is impossible. And it is also impossible what you are doing for us. I am a fool dear Guru Mahārāja, I do not understand all this. And I am even a bigger fool because I do not appreciate it enough. I still maintain my childish silly attachments, meshed practices.
But accepting only the bad reactions of our past activity is not enough for you. You want us to progress, to move through these bad habits. So, you get us to do devotional service. To chant more, to do more pūjās, yajñas, tapas, reading, saṅkīrtana, and so on.
Two years ago, in Ljubljana one night after having shower you came out from the bathroom and raised your hands and shouted out: INVINCIBLE! You are dear Guru Mahārāja invincible indeed. You are a victorious mahārathi. You defeated māyā, and you even defeated the greatest warrior of all, Bhagavān Śrī Kṛṣṇa. Both with the same weapon: your love towards Him.
You are the greatest general who always fights in the first line. And I am grateful for letting me fight on your side. Please empower me with only a spark of your power and with that I will be able to win the battle of “I and mine”. Please, dear Guru Mahārāja let us follow you until our last breath!
Your aspiring servant:
Gaura sundara Kṛpāmaya dāsa
Bhaktivedanta Library, Budapest