10. Translation

```

Behold, tearing the heart of darkness,

The door of dawn opens.

O children, where are you?

Sing, sing the divine glory.

The queen of dawn descends

With her morning rays.

She has dragged me down

Into this world unknown. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Patience-Groves, Agni Press, NY, 1978
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