Translation

```

I shall not come to You crying:

“Give me this, give me that,”

Like a beggar.

I still claim myself

As your true possession.

Alas, the melody of unrest

Ruthlessly dances in my heart.

```

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