Smile, unreservedly smile!
Your life will beThe lustre of a rose.
Dance, unerringly dance!
Your life will beThe lustre of the moon.
Cry, soulfully cry!
Your life will beThe lustre of the Supreme.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 16, Agni Press, 1974
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/wl_16