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)