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)