Translation

```

I live in the prison cell of

My eyeless body,

And there I cry and weep.

Yet my eyes envision not

When my victory will dawn

In this deplorable life of mine.

O Lord Supreme,

When will Your Compassion’s

Existence-Light

Permeate my life

Of excruciating pangs?

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 1, Agni Press, 1976
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