Supreme, my Supreme, my Lord Supreme,
My Absolute Supreme, my Beloved Supreme,Today once more,
Out of Your boundless Bounty,You are making me
A choice instrument of Yours.You are completing one million bird-creations
Through my aspiration-heartAnd dedication-life.
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord,Do make my heart
Worthy of Your infinite CompassionAnd my life Your immortal Victory.
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord,Your birds are smiling
In Infinity’s Sky.Your birds are singing
In Eternity’s Peace, Peace, Peace. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Sri Chinmoy answers, part 3, Agni Press, 1995
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