The youth to the Player Eternal³⁶

```

High thoughts I thought,

And Thy love I caught.

Upon Thy road

Was my abode.

Whatever I sought

By Thee was brought.

Alas!

to-day

I am but clay.

Those days of gold

No more I behold.

To all unknown

I dwell alone.

O Player divine!

Within me shine.

With Thee I shall play

Through sleepless day.

Deep in Thy Breast

My eternal rest.

```

From:Chinmoy,Sri Aurobindo: The Infinite, Agni Press, 1997
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