Although I dwell in poverty,
Matchless all joy of mine remains.Upon my heart his Bounty rains
From His flame-white eternity.To none I sell my teeming thoughts;
By me my trance is seen alone.My heart shall never tremble or moan,
All-presence am I, in me no noughts.You are my only Friend,
You are my life.Like a divine mendicant from one country to another
May I sing a song of YouWith all my love.
May I sing the Song of YourVictory all my life.
O Lord Supreme, only the other day
I saw You and played with YouBefore I came into the world of ignorance-night.
Yet I remember my golden past within and without.Alas, far very far now You are.
The bird of my heart crying and trembling with darkest pangs.My thoughts, my desires, my aspiration, my life’s disciplines
Have found their haven at Your Feet today.The bondage of tempting attachment and pangs of the heart,
The Life of darkness and the torture of deathNo more I see, no more I feel.
O my boat, O my Boatman, O message of Transcendental Delight,
Carry me, my heart is thirsty and hungryAnd it is fast asleep at the same time
Carry my heart to the other shore.The dance of death I see all around.
The thunder of destruction indomitable I hear.O my inner Pilot You are mine,
You are the Ocean of Compassion infiniteIn You I lose myself,
My all in You I lose. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 7, No.11, June 27, 1972, AUM Centre Press, 1972
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