[Lovely poem composed by one of Prabhupada's early disciples.]
Our tears falling like rain
Come back to see You again.
You we have come to meet,
Bow down at Your Lotus Feet;
To hear Your nectarine words,
Praise of the Supreme Lord.
Your presence like morning dew,
You're covered with golden hue.
So long waited for this time,
That again could bathe in Your shine.
Still, the whole truth is not in meeting,
But in separation; that’s Your teaching.
This is actually more sweet
Than touching Your Lotus Feet.
Because that is our life’s perfection:
Feeling love for You in separation.
By Saradiya Dasi, 1968
