819. Daughter, you are
Although I am finite,Am I not Yours, Father?
"Daughter, you are."
Although I eat ignorance,
Am I not Yours, Father?
"Daughter, you are."
Although I forget to love You,
Am I not Yours, Father?
"Daughter, you are.
My daughter sweet, you are."
Sri Chinmoy, Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
