Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow,
Every day my heart-fieldYou harrow.
But before my earth-life is done,I shall devour God’s Nectar-Sun.
```19 March 2005
New YorkFrom:Sri Chinmoy,My Race-Prayers, part 2, Agni Press, 2006
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