O sunshine of Beauty,
My heart invokesYour light.
O sunshine of Duty,
My life invokesYour soul.
O sunshine of Love,
My soul is allConcern for you.
O sunshine of Perfection,
In you I feel the perfect presenceOf the perfect God.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 8, Vishma Press, New York, 1974
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