Thy Love To Bind


My Lord, kidnap my heart, I humbly pray.
Alas, mine is the life of a ruthless knave.
I must die; no one must mourn and toll the knell.
Without Thy Light my goal an error grave.    

Eyeless desires and I together live.    
The human souls frown at my moping mind.
My famished heart pines for Thy Bounty-height.
Awaken my Will, my Lord, Thy Love to bind.

By: Sri Chinmoy

Excerpt from My First Friendship With The Muse