Thou art my Lord, my golden dream,
   Thou art my life in death.
O bless me with Thy Hope Supreme,
   Lord of the Eternal Breath!

Agelong the vision of Thy Sun
   For darkness have I sought.
I know the evils I should shun
   And quickly bring to nought.

The earth is deaf and blind, my Lord;
   Its true goal it denies.
It hears no voice, no heavenly word
   From those who seek the skies.

O yet I feel Thy kingly Grace
   With my feeble mortality.
I shall win at last the Noonward Race,
   Plunge in the Nectar-Sea.

Sri Chinmoy

My Flute