Little Prahlad personifies Your unalloyed devotion.
Dhruva’s heart transformed at Your appearance.
Queen Kunti prays for difficulties only you can surmount.
For Draupadi, You are paramount.
Arjuna offered to You himself with complete surrender.
Gajendra, although an elephant, remembered Your glories in danger.
You gravitate even liberated souls like Shuka Goswami.
To serve You in the highest rasa, emancipated Rishis return as Gopis.
Ahilya waited for You till eternity.
Infinite are Your glories.
You reciprocated with each one of them
extending Yourself in transcendental forms
for some as Narsimhan, for some Ram.
You respond according to the mood we approach You with.
People across the world reveal Your loving exchanges.
You, as Narsimhan, somewhere in Africa, saved a little girl.
Krishna, You appeared to Srila Prabhupada and offered your knee-long garland.
An old lady, who didn’t even speak a common language,
left her security to serve You, Narsimhan, in Ahobilam, a remote Indian village.
Unalloyed devotees live their lives for You.
And, happily they die for You, too.
Srila Prabhupada, manifested a huge army of Krishna devotees.
His servants continue the tradition in all humility.
Your unalloyed devotees chant Your glories, discuss your pastimes.
They serve You with body, soul, money, family, intellect, and mind.
But I’m exhausting the rare mercy I received.
Desiring unfavorable material pleasures,
Brooding over petty things,
What a fool I am I still take delight in my suffering.