from Syamesvari Prema dasi – USA, New Jersey

Dearest Srila Gurudeva,

Please accept my humble obeisances in the dust of your lotus feet. All glory to Srila Prabhupada! All glory to you!

Last year to Poland I had traveled, to be among stars,
When I realized, home is where my heroes are.
An army of generals, warriors, and soldiers,
Pioneering a mission on their surrendered shoulders.

I came to support you, the commander in chief,
And left reborn, after love lives of grief.
You pushed us to succeed, unlike any other effort,
Reforming us diamonds like carbon under pressure.

The perfection of my life is dancing in your service,
In poverty and wealth, I am sustained for this purpose.
My only prayer is, “please keep me close,”
Even if I don’t shine beneath invisibility cloaks.

“A father, you look up to no matter how tall you grow,”
Reads a proverb I found, author unknown.
So I endeavor to surrender in quantity and quality,
Elevating your name, fame, glories, and popularity.

In the name of your Master, you’re divinely empowered,
Transcendentalizing time, every second of every hour.
Emphasizing faith in The Holy Names,
You’re my favorite conductor on Mahaprabhu’s train!

I admire your humor of respectability,
And straightforward instructions in practicality.
Your meekness is disarming, though boldly you preach!
Melting pained hearts, through eloquent speech.

Our moods run parallel and are closely linked,
Though your purity of heart keeps us distinct.
Easy you make it to remain sheltered by your shadow,
Darting quickly towards our target, like cupid’s arrow.

Thank you for believing in me, a fledgling Sadhu,
Thank you for loving me, despite my weak attitude.
Thank you for enlivening me, in cultural awareness.
My home is where my heroes are, the products of your essence!

Forever your insignificant servant in devotion,
Syamesvari-prema dasi