Through Him Your life will change forever,
His form, beauty and knowledge life’s golden treasure.
On the fumes of material existence I was suffocating,
Now chanting Krishna’s names, the sounds are intoxicating.
In this life I was born a fool,
Left to swim in maya’s pool.
But along came Lord Chaitanya to the rescue,
Though He is Shri Krishna, His body is not blue.
Smile enchanting and complexion golden,
For saving me to Gauranga I am beholden.
With His army of disciples the fallen He delivers,
Never take His mercy for granted, greatest giver.
When people say He is Krishna, His ears He covers,
But worship Him as God I will, may I honor Him forever.