My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme,
When I cry for You,The Beauty of Your Eye
Embraces my heart.When I smile at You,
The Fragrance of Your HeartPilots my life-boat
To Your own Golden ShoreOf the ever-transcending Beyond.
My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!```
1 October 1998, 2:33 a.m. Before lifting 83 lbs with each arm simultaneously.
From:Sri Chinmoy,My Morning Soul-Body Prayers, part 1, Agni Press, 1999
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/mp_1