O my failure-fountain,
Although I do not love you,I do not hate you either.
O my victory-fountain,
Although you have granted meA vast range of victory-mountains,
I can’t love you unreservedly,For my satisfaction-sun
Is still a far cry. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 3, Agni Press, 1979
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