O sleeping night,
Don’t be so frightened.My body shall sleep with you.
O whistling wind,
Don’t be so restless.My vital shall play with you.
O murmuring river,
Don’t be so proud.My mind shall run with you.
O lonely garden,
Don’t be so depressed.My heart shall grow with you.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 9, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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