You seem so far away, Krishna
My heart is bereft of You.
My life doesn’t include You.
What Your Maya has done to me!
I’m all alone here.
Loneliness scares me.
On the bank of Ganges
I wash my sins
Protect me O lord of Vishnupadi
from without and within
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.
Krishna, You’re my Moon, my friend.
How can my Moon be my enemy?
You’re the supreme power.
How can my Moon be weak?
My desire to please You is meek.
My devotion for you is feeble.
No matter what, You’re my Moon.
Please don’t let the moon
in my horoscope ruin me.
Hrishikesha, throw Your glance on it.
Purify it as You purified Kubja.
Pick me up. I’m a fallen leaf.
Orphan. Lost. Dried up.
No one but You are my eternal shelter.
O Radha Krishna.
What do I offer to You, O Radha Krishna
The supreme cause and enjoyer of love?
How do I find that love
which was meant to flow to You both?
In my eternal madness
I traded my wealth for unending suffering.
O fortunate flowers!
You dance beneath
Radha Krishna’s heavenly feet.
You bloom with Their divine touch.
You exude the fragrance of Their love.
Your colors reveal Their transcendental moods.
Why do you need
ether, air, fire, water, or earth?