56. Translation

```

There is no end to my mistakes

Yet I watch everyone else’s mistakes.

Therefore, like a flower, I have not blossomed

In the forest of my heart.

I shall not see

The divine smile of my self-form

And the source of my soul

Chasing away the dense veil of darkness. ```

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