Scold me, my Lord, untiringly.
Insult me, my Lord, unreservedly.But, my Lord, do not forget Your Boon.
You told me millions of years agoThat You would grant me the capacity
To love You sleeplessly.Something more, unconditionally.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 3, Agni Press, 1979
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