Dear Srila Prabhupada,
Please accept my most humble obeisances in the dust of your lotus feet.
This year, O master, I bring you a song and a prayer. The bright song is of your own making, for it is the glories of your divine mission, growing and reaching into the depths of many millions of hearts. The prayer is a fervent wish that this fallen place called America be allowed by Your Grace to train hundreds and thousands of its brightest children and send them forth in a great second coming of sankirtana, chanting the holy names, and especially distributing the true touchstone of the age, your divine books. My prayer ends with a humble plea, that you bless me to serve your servants and their servants, all those who sport in the waters of this second wave.
Falling again and again at your lotus feet, I remain,
Your hopeful servant,
Hridayananda Dasa Goswami