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10 December 2004
The Lesson of Krsnadasa
. . . the Lords associate, an irresolute brahmana Krsnadasa with an unsteady mind, fell into their clutches and forgot that being a servant of Mahaprabhu is supreme and the only dharma of the living entity. The Lord, the rescuer of the poor, grabbed him by the hair and thus liberated him from these servants of maya, proving that He is worthy of the predicate ahaituki-krpa-sindhu, or the ocean of causeless mercy.
--From the Anubhasya commentary of Sri Caitanya-caritamrta Madhya 1. 112 by Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Thakura.
The Bohemians of those days,
Bhattatharis as they were known,
tempted Krsnadasa away
from the straight path back to Home.
Under the cover of the night
he made, restless, for the camp,
led by a bearded cenobyte
whispering "Eager women, powerful hemp. "
Why call them Bohemians?--go back to Century XII,
University of Paris enrollees
from Bohemia raised the most hell--
"Bohemian" so came to mean a saint of all unholies.
An easy path to go,
so-called way to liberation,
Mystical overtones
Dressing up gross sense gratification.
But Mahaprabhu-krpa blazed up,
to dispell all the haze--
Krsnadasa yanked from the wicked
and restored amongst the saved.
With weapons raised they charged,
these wild-haired Bhattatharis,
to do Mahaprabhu grave harm
for plucking a soul from iniquity.
Sharp blades leaped from their hands
to gouge their own sinful flesh.
In dismay they screamed and ran
to what fate we can only guess.
Krsnadasa, place restored,
later endured a heavy shame,
when the Lord His associates informed
of His servant's double game.
Vaisnava divine grace--
to reject is not the way--
they found poor Krsnadas a place
in bhakti to remain.
As it was, so it is,
Bohemian moksa pandered on the cheap,
Weak of mind seek Kali's compromise,
so much confusion there to reap.
Weak and lead astray,
a Kali-yuga fool--
I beg to be pulled away
from maya's hellish rule.
On this day I pray to Thee,
Lord Caitanya, my life do guard!
I swear to shun the Bhattatharis'
Seduction of my heart.
Raise my arms, raise my voice,
the holy names to sound!
However far one falls there is still a choice
to regain the soul's lost ground.
