52. Translation
You are nothing but beauty, eternal beauty,Wherever I turn my eyes.
Do You always drink the nectar of Your self-form
Residing in my eyes?
The waves of tune and sweet and melodious songs
That create heart-elevating resonance,
O Beloved, do You hear them
By using my ears?
Sri Chinmoy, Patience-Groves, Agni Press, NY, 1978