My first friendship with the muse
O Mother SweetThe flowers of love and joy
In my bosom-garden bloom.
To seize Thee, O Mother Sweet,
Oft-times I face my doom.
I seek my refuge in Thee alone,
In Thee my battle of life,
In Thee my welkin, stars and sun,
My heart of joy and strife.
Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 8, No. 9, April 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973