Russian Sadhu's Humble Mission

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Ambarisa Prabhu, an unassuming and humble devotee, has been one of

the

steadiest leading book distributors in Moscow for many years. Every

day

before going on book distribution he recites the poem that Srila

Prabhupada

composed at Boston Pier, expressing feelings of helplessness and deep

compassion for the fallen souls. Ambarish Prabhu tries to enter into

that

mood before going out to engage in Srila Prabhupada's mission.

Several

other

book distributors in Moscow have also adopted this practice.

 

The translation of some of the verses follows.

 

 

My dear Lord Krsna, You are so kind upon this useless soul, but I do

not

know why You have brought me here. Now You can do whatever You like

with me.

 

But I guess You have some business here, otherwise why would You

bring

me to

this terrible place?

 

Most of the population here is covered by the material modes of

ignorance

and passion. Absorbed in material life they think themselves very

happy

and

satisfied, and therefore they have no taste for the transcendental

message

of Vasudeva [Krsna]. I do not know how they will be able to

understand

it.

 

But I know that Your causeless mercy can make everything possible,

because

You are the most expert mystic.

 

How will they understand the mellows of devotional service? O Lord,

I

am

simply praying for Your mercy so that I will be able to convince

them

about

Your message.

 

All living entities have come under the control of the illusory

energy

by

Your will, and therefore, if You like, by Your will they can also be

released from the clutches of illusion.

 

I wish that You may deliver them. Therefore if You so desire their

deliverance, then only will they be able to understand Your message.

 

How will I make them understand this message of Krsna consciousness?

I

am

very unfortunate, unqualified, and the most fallen. Therefore I am

seeking

Your benediction so that I can convince them, for I am powerless to

do

so on

my own.

 

Somehow or other, O Lord, You have brought me here to speak about

You.

Now,

my Lord, it is up to You to make me a success or failure, as You

like.

 

O spiritual master of all the worlds! I can simply repeat Your

message.

So

if You like You can make my power of speaking suitable for their

understanding.

 

Only by Your causeless mercy will my words become pure. I am sure

that

when

this transcendental message penetrates their hearts, they will

certainly

feel gladdened and thus become liberated from all unhappy conditions

of

life.

 

O Lord, I am just like a puppet in Your hands. So if You have

brought

me

here to dance, then make me dance, make me dance, O Lord, make me

dance

as

You like.

 

I have no devotion, nor do I have any knowledge, but I have strong

faith in

the holy name of Krsna. I have been designated as Bhaktivedanta, and

now, if

You like, You can fulfill the real purport of Bhaktivedanta.