Father, give me the capacity
To count the timeI have misspent.
Daughter, give Me the capacity
To count the good thingsYou have done for Me.
Father, why do You make fun of me?
Daughter, why do you make Me sad
By dragging yourselfBack to the fruitless past?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 9, Vishma Press, New York, 1974
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