127. It hurts me

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It hurts me a little,

Lord, when the world speaks ill of You.

But it hurts me a lot,

Lord, when I speak ill of You;

For You are so beautiful to look at,

You are so delicious to eat,

You are so precious to possess

That I really do not know what to do.

I am not only useless but helpless.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1975
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