Translation

```

The flower of life withers

Before it properly blossoms.

I do not desire a similar life

But life knows me quite well.

In various ways

Various songs, it calls me.

It tries to draw me towards it.

Alas, finally I surrender.

And now I do not know,

For I do not know where I am going. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 5, Agni Press, 1976
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