JAYA SRILA PRABHUPADA

Cool summer evening
Gives glee
Rubbed off Kirtan
Sung soulfully with sweetness
Carried over by fountain-cooled breeze
Often one's reminded of miseries
Adhibhautika for one
Prickly mosquitoes representing
Also one's made aware
Of senses' limitations
Evening darkness forbids visibility
Being more pronounced in the starless sky above
Soft, green grass cushion the heat-beat feet
Yet one's buoyant spirit's undiminished
Yes, this transcendental nonchalance has been possible
Because of one compassionate Mahatma
In the honey-complexioned person
Of His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
Whom we can never thank enough
For his selfless magnanimity
In distributing Krishna consciousness to soothe the soul
Like the mid-April fountain-cooled, evening breeze

– by Sravan Kirtan das