Srila Prabhupada's Vyasa puja offering by HG Kalakantha das (ACBSP) скачать в хорошем качестве

Srila Prabhupada's Vyasa puja offering by HG Kalakantha das (ACBSP)

A beautiful offering to Srila Prabhupada on his 126th Vyasa puja LYRICS (1) You could have stayed in Vrndavana, Where chanting is most sweet, Or moved to holy Navadvipa, In spiritual retreat. (2) Your Godbrothers had temples there With room enough for you To sit and preach each Gaura Purnima To a visitor or two. (3) You could have said, "It's Krsna's will- My visa was denied; I may have failed, but now I know, At least, that I have tried." (4) Your patron said you'd die abroad; Your Godbrother just scoffed; You could have said, "Who'll meet the boat And guide me safely off?" (5) You could have had one look at us And said, "What have I done?" And caught the next boat back to home, Unblamed by anyone. (6) "The Westerners," you could have said, "Can go to hell and stay." Who would have disagreed with you? We were well on our way. (7) Instead you laid your final years Like flowers at Krsna's feet, Siddhanta's smile your hidden guide, Thakura's vision in reach. (8) Producing eighty volumes As you guided us along, You showed us how to cook prasada And preach Lord Krsna's song. (9) And as we preach, the boys and girls From every land on earth Come forth to serve you, Prabhupada, Renewed in second birth. (10) I could have been a doctor, Had I but stayed in school; Might have made a couple million, Built a fancy house and pool. (11) I could have written novels, Legislated laws and rules; I could have been a music star; I could have just been cool. (12) Instead I laid my youthful years Like flowers at your feet; Malpouras caused my interest, Samosas my defeat. (13) My Dad said, "Son, you're brainwashed!" My friend said, "You're a fool!" My shortfalls as a Vaisnava Numbered many, victories few. (14) Reflecting on my bygone youth, (As at mid-life one is prone,) I wouldn't trade your glance for gold, Your words for precious stones. (15) This morning on the japa trail, The northern star shone down; So fixed and true, it seemed like you, With devas circling round. (16) But dawn concealed that heavenly stage And lit a wintry scene, Of all I am, and all you are, And all that lies between.