06/10/98 - 1857

Rain In The Desert

USA (VNN) - Offering to Bhakti Pramod Puri Maharaj

by Ranga Puri das

Dear brothers,
Please see how cool is the rain; sweet and fresh water in the midst of the desert.
Feel how refreshing is his mercy. So clean is his heart, deep and loving.
Perfection is not only siddhanta, but Bhaktisiddhanta. Here is his beloved.
Great hope for the vaisnavas, please witness what is real humility, love, devotion and knowledge. Wisdom and concern. Joy in he profound. Bliss in the service of Sri Sri Radha Gopinath!

Dear vaisnavas:
The West was hopelessly unaware of the glories of Mahaprabhu until Swami
Bhaktivedanta blessed the fallen souls with his compassionate heart.
By the will of providence, the great soul departed, when his children were still tender, regretting none was yet fully qualified. The leaders amongst them, lacking wisdom disappointed the rest assuming positions far beyond their adhikara and samskara.
Too bewildered playing the father being infants, by-passed the blessed guidance given by the Lord through His beloved Bhakti Raksak Sridhardev Maharaj, who lovingly gave warmth and wise advise. Greed blinded our big kids with jealousy and blocked the natural
flow of mercy, being afraid of being exposed to their own nakedness.
By the will of providence, this great soul also departed, leaving the wise in sorrow, giving the proud another dreadful chance.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed is the king
The ship dangerously balances from left to right - theories qualify
sometimes everybody, otherwise nobody
Making a robot of Prabhupada is fun. Transforming the murti in fool's spasm
The mockery of acharyaship is in full swing. Disciples are assets to secure
in comfort swim
Reiki and gimmicks replace siddhanta. Further insult to Bhaktisiddhanta
What a sarcasm!, lavishly living in the name of sannyas.
New smartas are computer-wise. Smart politicians give now their advise
Self-appointed, vote-elected, self-appraised try to obscure the self-effulgent
Some hanker for advancement, others make a mimic to take of this advantage
Bewildered dance, by-passing the blessed guidance
Love and trust are now slogans long past
To keep the neophyte from meeting the great. Fools rush where angels don't dare

Dear Lord,
The West is Orphan. As the Maha-bhagavats depart, the devotees are left in despair. You are aware of their needs. You never betray your devotees' deep faith. As soon as the sincere hanker for your mercy, you fulfil their hearts with your beloved messenger.

He is healing the hearts. Bringing love to the hurt
Delivering siddhanta, he is selfless while serving great Bhaktisiddhanta
With care he gives the needy attention. There is perfection without pretension
Glow-worms don't need to be present where there is radiant presence.
The pure name comes down, through those who are not fallen down
He gives the taste of Sankirtan, as he is absorbed in Harinam

Beloved Puri Maharaj:
We desperately need your shelter indeed
Venerable vaisnava, of mercy an ocean, deliver these fools drown in this deadly ocean
We need a drop of your faith to vanquish our fate
Give us the strength to curve our senses so tense
With you we are secure O vaisnava thakura

Ohe!
vaisnava thakura, doyara sagara / e dase koruna kori
diya pada-chaya, sodho he amaya / tomara carana dhori
chaya bega domi, chaya dosa sodhi / chaya guna deho dase
chaya sat-sanga, deho'he amare / boshechi sangera ase
ekaki amara nahi paya bolo / hari-nama-sankirtane
tumi krpa kori, sraddh-bindu diya / deh'krsna-nama-dhane
krsna se tomara, krsna dite paro / tomara sakati ache
ami to'kangala, 'krsna' 'krsna' boli' / dhai tava pache pache

The servant of your servants
Ranga Puri das