My Lord Supreme, my Lord Supreme,
I do not want to see the flower-faceOf my own victory;
But I wish to be the heart-fragranceOf Your supreme Victory,
With Your Grace infinite, eternaland immortal.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,I pray before I lift, I meditate while I lift, I offer my gratitude-cries and gratitude-smiles, Agni Press, 1986
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