The sport

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The sport of fruitless infelicity

Captures my mind's ignorance-dream.

Be off, be off, O satisfied desires!

It is you that ruin my quest supreme.

I am the traveller, ignorant of Dawn;

Never, alack, have I tasted bliss.

Before my heart the dart of eyeless Night;

I am lost in the jaws of boundless Abyss. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No. 9, April 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973
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