52. Translation

```

You are nothing but beauty, eternal beauty,

Wherever I turn my eyes.

Do You always drink the nectar of Your self-form

Residing in my eyes?

The waves of tune and sweet and melodious songs

That create heart-elevating resonance,

O Beloved, do You hear them

By using my ears? ```

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