34. Translation

I shall tell you one thing;
Therefore, I have come to your door.
Mother, why does my mind commit
The same mistake time and again?
Mother, will I get the flow of Your Blessing-Smile
In my teeming errors?
Striking my heart, do break asunder
The prison-cell of all my attachments.
Sri Chinmoy, Patience-Groves, Agni Press, NY, 1978