He is hopeless.
His darknessHas corrupted the beauty of his mind.
He is useless.
His insincerityHas corrupted the lustre of his heart.
He is helpless.
His ingratitudeHas corrupted the effulgence of his soul.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 4, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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