183. Hopeless, useless and helpless
He is hopeless.    His darkness
Has corrupted the beauty of his mind.
    He is useless.
    His insincerity
Has corrupted the lustre of his heart.
    He is helpless.
    His ingratitude
Has corrupted the effulgence of his soul.
Sri Chinmoy, The Dance of Life, part 4, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973