O Beauty non pareil, O Beloved,
Do burn the fire of beauty and splendour
   Within my heart.
By loving You, eternally beautiful I shall be.
May Lord Shiva’s destruction dance
Destroy all shackles of the finite.
May the Light of the Supreme inundate me,
My heart, my heart, my all.
Having loved the Infinite,
The heart of gloom is crying
   For the bloom of Light.
O Life Infinite, give me the eternal hunger,
   Aspiration-cry.
The tiniest drop will lose its raison d’etre
In the heart of the boundless ocean.
In fire and air Your Life of the Spirit I behold.
O Beauty, O Beauty’s Gold,
O Light of the Supreme!

Excerpt from ‘My Flute‘ by  Sri Chinmoy

Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1974