All my youthful hopes of blazing noon
Are smashed by calamity’s giant strokes.No ray of life to sustain my inner faith.
Grim necessity dare not command meTo sustain my outer belief.
I loved the throes of the human world.Indeed, a fatal love!
My reward is a magnificent disasterOf a universal tornado-character.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 1, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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