Kato shata bhabe dako tumi more
Tabu jai dure chaleArati shreshtha abhiman mor
Biraje praner taleTaba shantire bhabi ashanti
Joye bhabi parajoyTaito amar charidhare hase
Mithya dainya khoy```
```In hundreds of ways You call me,
Yet I go away from You.My worst fault is my sulking nature,
Which tortures me all day and night.When Your victory dawns
I feel it is the beginning of my defeat.When anything divine dawns in me,
I feel it is the beginning of somethingUndivine in me.
I know this is the only reason why within andWithout me
I see death’s destruction-dance. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Pole-star promise-light, part 3, Agni Press, 1977
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