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gaurāṅga-dhāmni kalikātā-pure ‘py anarhe
śrī-siddha-bhakta-sarasvaty-abhidho hy uvāsa |
pūrve śatābda-panasasya drumamūla-gehe
lokasya bhāgya-divaso mudito ‘bhyupātaḥ || 1 ||
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śokākule ‘tra jagati tri-vidhārti-tapte
yuddheṣu koṭi-janatā nihatā hy abhūvan |
yonīṣu duḥkha-janikāsu punaḥ sa-jātāḥ
lokasya tāpa-śamanāya babhūva dīpaḥ || 2 ||
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kṛṣṇotsavasya divase ‘nu-samāgate ‘smin
mātā suṣūta tanayaṁ panasadrumādhaḥ |
pāścātya-deśa-janatā-gaṇa-tāraka-śrīḥ
dharmaṁ paraṁ sakala-loka-janāya dātum || 3 ||
SEPTEMBER 1, 1896
Under a jackfruit tree, in a little house,
almost a hundred years ago
in Calcutta—an unlikely place someone might say,
but it lies within the geography and culture
of Lord Chaitanya Mahaprabhu,
and the great saint Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati Thakur
was also living there.
The most important day it was
for the sorry, sad world
where millions were killed in the wars,
killed and then born again
into different species of pain.
Under a jackfruit tree, in a little house
almost a hundred years ago,
the day after Krishna’s birthday,
his mother delivered him,
he who is actually the savior,
the messiah who would bring
Krishna bhakti to the West.
The world would receive true religion
from him.
English verse rendition: Satsvarupa dasa Goswami
Remembering Srila Prabhupada 1.1