My birth is sleep, my life is nightUnknown my life shall die unknown.
I breathe unseen my ceaseless moan.
My birth is sleep, my life is night.
I drink an empty hope's delight.
Silence-sea and dancing waves of Grace
Long lost have I in my backward race.
And now my escaping breath I see
Captured by strangling eternity.
Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 5, No. 4,5, Nov. — 27 Dec. 1969, AUM Centre Press, 1969