97. My Father-Son
O Supreme, my Father-Son,Now that we two are one
And won by each other, won,
Nothing remains undone.
Sri Chinmoy, Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998
Now that we two are one
And won by each other, won,
Nothing remains undone.
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