O my Boat, O my Boatman,
O message of Transcendental Delight,
My heart is thirsty and hungry,
And it is fast asleep at the same time.
Carry my heart to the other shore.
The dance of death I see all around.
The thunder of destruction indomitable I hear.
O my inner Pilot, You are mine,
You are the Ocean of Compassion infinite
In You I lose myself,
My all in You I lose.
Excerpt from ‘My Flute‘ by Sri Chinmoy
Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1974