THIS GARLAND
Woven With Flowers
OF
HIS OWN GIFT
Is Offered
For The Appreciation Of
THE SOULFUL
Of His Creation
PROEM.
I bow to the Glorious One—the unerring Mariner who has guided my frail life's bark across the billowy world-ocean wrapt in "Goo"—the darkness of ignorance—with the ever-illuminating "Roo"—the search-light of wisdom—to the Land of the Lotus Feet of Krishna. I bow to Sree Brahmananda Bharati—my Gooroo.