Sweet Lord,
Please do me a favour.Please steal my heart's sorrow.
Sweet Lord,
Please do me a favour.Please steal my mind's suspicion.
Sweet Lord,
Please do me a favour.Please steal my vital's audacity.
Sweet Lord,
Please do me a favour.Please steal my body's timidity.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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