For Hare Krsna devotees, weather is no bar,
Widely diverse races distributing books at par!
Krsna, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into the crowd see the devotees go! 1

For Hare Krsna devotees, weather is no bar,
Widely diverse races distributing books at par! (Chorus)

At the sign of triumph Maya's host doth flee;
On then, Prabhupad’s shisyas, on to victory!
Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise; 2
Prabhus, distributing mercy, loud your anthems raise .
(Chorus)

Like a mighty army moves the children of God;
Prabhus, we are spreading nectarine word of Lord.
We are not divided, all one body we,
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity. 3
(Chorus)

Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
But the Gita words always will remain.
Gates of hell can never against ISKCON prevail;
We have Krsna's own promise, and that cannot fail! 4
(Chorus)

Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,
Do all you can to make the buyer queue long!
Blend with ours your voices in the triumphant song.
Prasad, laud, and honor unto the King of kings,
All read the words from Him on Garuda’s wings! 5
(Chorus)