2. Translation

```

Descend into my heart, O Lord Rudra,

O auspicious One, descend into my heart.

Blending the bounds of the finite in the Infinite,

O Beloved, enter into my heart

With love and compassion.

O Lord Rudra, you embody joy and sorrow

In infinite measure,

Remaining immobile even in utter destruction.

O Giver of calmness, O Stiller of fear,

You are being invoked

By your insignificant, devoted slave.

By the touch of the Feet of the Lord,

Who is ancient and ageless,

May the flute of transformation be played

In the heart of mankind today,

Destroying the immortal death. ```

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