My life of smile
And my life of cryShall one day come to an end,
But not my life of hope.My hope-life is a rope of sand.
Alas, I know it,And yet I know it not.
Why do I waver so much?Why do I see all around me
Fruitless and false love?O Lord, only one desire I have:
May my sweet, eternal thirstFind its proper place in You, for You.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 2, Agni Press, 1976
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