56. Translation
There is no end to my mistakesYet I watch everyone else’s mistakes.
Therefore, like a flower, I have not blossomed
In the forest of my heart.
I shall not see
The divine smile of my self-form
And the source of my soul
Chasing away the dense veil of darkness.
Sri Chinmoy, Patience-Groves, Agni Press, NY, 1978