What can I do
Heaven is afraid of me.    What can I do?
I fly beyond its glee,
    Piercing the Blue.
Earth is afraid of me.
    What can I do?
I fell its Ignorance-Tree
    To plant the true.
Hell is afraid of me.
    What can I do?
My compassion frees its pangs
    From the racking screw.
My soul is afraid of me.
    What can I do?
Body's eternity
    I needs must hue.
Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 1, No. 2, 27 September 1965, Boro Park Printers -- Brooklyn, N. Y, 1965