All glories unto His Divine Grace
The ever-Lord of my heart
Whose bold hands kindly unknit
The soul’s misguided material embrace

Whose clear words cut off this false affair
With some heartless mental midnight void
Whose love and glory crisscrosses the earth
Delivering God to those who dare

O thou eternal agent of Caitanya
Whose heart can never stray from His heart
Who devastates the lie of formless gods
And hurls us at the feet of dear Gauranga

Hridayananda Dasa Brahmacari
1970