36. Translation

```

Yonder the flute of death plays.

Deep within my heart

Peace, Nectar and Light call me.

Divine, all divine, all have come

In the charming form of Krishna

And they are beckoning me with love. ```

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