Translation
When I know perfectly wellThat there can be
Nobody on earth
Whom I can call my own,
Very own,
Why do I then
Create pangs,
Feeding teeming hopes?
Sri Chinmoy, Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 1, Agni Press, 1976
That there can be
Nobody on earth
Whom I can call my own,
Very own,
Why do I then
Create pangs,
Feeding teeming hopes?
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