O Heaven,
For God's sakeDo not flatter me any more.
I am sick of your flattery,Totally sick of your flattery.
I am unimaginably sick of your flattery.O earth,
For God's sakeDo not torture me any more.
I am sick of your torture,Totally sick of your torture.
I deserve better treatment from you. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,When God-Love Descends, Agni Press, 1975
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