There is nothing permanent.
Transient are the lives of sorrow and joyFounded on human love.
Nobody knows what is going to happenIn the near future,
Or even tomorrow.O darkness, let me live alone.
O Light, do enter into my heart,Even if it is for fleeting days.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 3, Aum Press, 1976
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