375. You have no sense

Son, you have no sense.
Father, that is why I think of You,
     Ceaselessly.
Father, You have no sense.
Son, that is why I am within you,
     I am for you, unconditionally.

Son, let us not quarrel any more.
     Bring the candle.
Father, let us not quarrel any more.
     Light the candle.
Son, you look so beautiful!
Father, You are truly merciful,
     You are truly thoughtful,
     You are truly fruitful.

From: Sri Chinmoy, The Dance of Life, part 8 - , Agni Press, 1973
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