Translation
The flower of life withersBefore it properly blossoms.
I do not desire a similar life
But life knows me quite well.
In various ways
Various songs, it calls me.
It tries to draw me towards it.
Alas, finally I surrender.
And now I do not know,
For I do not know where I am going.
Sri Chinmoy, Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 5, Agni Press, 1976
