Poem

All glorious news! The chariot pushes it's way across Creation to deliver us back. Behold the mighty driver with all the universe streaking through His hair. It's Krishna! Our Lord. So full in bliss, let our arms fly up. Let us jump, leap, prance into the dance of the jivas. Dance Hare Krishna, Hare Rama! We're free again at last. O thunderous joy, leave your body behind, we're free again at last! Yes, my mother, my friends. It was always so easy. The purple trees, the golden fields were always ours to begin with. Simply chant Hare Krishna, Hare Rama. Then ripened with love, we'll gather for Krishna to pluck us up. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna. The task is ended at last.

Purushottam das Brahmachary (Paul Auerbach)